Subaru Santa

Yesterday we did some errands, and stopped by my Aunt Sandy’s house to drop off some presents. I hadn’t seen her for years. She doesn’t look any older, while I do.

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Back at Maw’s house, Stella had fun in the snow.

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Eleni tried to see what it was like to be a dog running in the snow. It’s harder than it looks.

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For dinner last night Mom took us to the Greenville Country Club, longtime bastion of the best of blueblood. There, I spotted something that vastly entertained me: a sign that would not have existed there during my youth.

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Ever since I was young, being in a place like that makes me misbehave. I can’t help myself.

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Eleni and I went into hysterics over something stupid.

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Meanwhile, Molly and Mom had a staring contest — the kind to see who would laugh first.

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Mom has an almost undefeatable, green-eyed glare that can either paralyze its victims with fear (if you’re one of her children) or disable them with laughter (if you’re not). But this time Molly won, with this move:

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Shortly before 10 am today, I snuck outside into the sub-freezing air and cautiously climbed the icy road to the top of the hill in hopes of decent cell reception. I had a telephone appointment scheduled with my psychiatrist, and I wanted privacy. Though the bars on my phone promised clarity, the connection was terrible. The doctor’s voice kept vanishing. “Can you hear me?” I asked. “Or am I cracking up?”

We just got back from Greenville where, while Mom was picking up shrimp at the grocery store, I played a game with my girls as we sat in the car waiting. I called it “Spot the WASP” or “Spot the Preppie.” They’re pretty bad at it. I can recognize old money a mile away, and tried to share my knowledge. “Okay, now watch this person coming toward us. Look carefully. You can see she’s dripping with aristocracy.” It was Mom.

On our way home, we saw Santa stopped at a red light, his red, round belly (like a bowlful of jelly) practically busting the seams of his grey Subaru, his white beard flowing out its windows.

One comment

  1. Stella is very cute. She is mine and she belongs to me. Except I don’t actually want her.

    Also, I beg to differ: I was VERY good at Spot the Preppy. I got every single one correct. Eleni, on the other hand, did not, poor misguided girl. But I? I am wonderful.

    Fittingly enough, recaptcha: “to Golfs!”

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