Holiday Leftovers

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Here are two pictures that MyLissa sent me today of my newest nephew with his admiring but weird-looking aunt. I resemble Cousin Dorothea, Granddad’s ancient maiden cousin who could have been mistaken for a large frog. She was very sweet, but man, was she ugly. Poor old thing. As I remember, her lips looked like they were turned inside out, and when she approached you for an inside-out-lipped kiss, you wanted to disappear. One year when I was around 17, she gave me the entire Little House on the Prairie series: a wonderful and generous present, except I’d read it ten years before when she gave it to me the first time. Little did I suspect then that I’d end up just like her.

To cheer me up in the wake of this realization, I’m going to post a letter that Adi-Louise wrote me on Thanksgiving, to remind me of who I am, or who I was before I came to Vermont to go to school, or who I was before I lost it last year, or who I was when I was something other than what I am now.

Oy, remember, I have this friend named Ginna who I miss awful who is a brilliant producer and teacher and web creator and a fabulous and accomplished artist and a truly wonderful person. So there!!!!!!!

5 comments

  1. BABBY! So cute. And already wise in the ways of sticking his hands into his aunt’s delicate lips.

    I felt the need to comment because of this: “Argentina kebabs.” I would like some Argentina kebabs.

  2. No, no. They are not FROM Argentina. They are kebabs made OF Argentina – small bitesize chunks of the country itself. At least that is what I’ve been led to believe.

    Gins, you have *always* unsettled France.

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