I have nowhere to go with this post, I just thought I would share these thoughts.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
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