Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Christmas is coming!

Yikes!  Is it really?  Do I really need to begin the planning already?  In a word, yes.  It's that time of year.  I'm often so torn; my dear husband defers to me on all matters shopping-related.  Yes, that means I 'get' to select/wrap/ship presents to his mother and do the same for his children.  Now, I'm a shopper of bliblical proportion; it's a hobby/avocation for me.  But still.  Buying 'thoughtful' presents for people I scarcely know is always difficult.  Even more so this year.  Dear Husband's children and I have never been close (I must be a prickly sort of person) but his daughter decided last year that, as long as Mack chose to have a relationship with me, she wouldn't have a relationship with him. 

Fast forward ten months.  It's now daughter's 22nd birthday.  Mack, being a loving father, emailed his daughter telling her 'we' had a small present (something I still need to buy) and suggested we meet for a cocktail (because we're all adults, right?).  For the first time in 10 months, she replied to him with complaints of physical ailments but agreed to meet for the aforementioned gift offering.  Mack suggested a restaurant and time.  Daughter responded there was nothing at the suggested restaurant she could eat owing to her many medical issues.  Mack was eager to have Daughter make a suggestion.  My position was that if this new GI disease is in fact a portion of Daughter's life, she needed to learn to navigate menus.  I suggested several items on the menu that I knew to be gluten-free.  Mack apprecitated my comments and will, apparently, affirm with Daughter the time and place.

Now, am I being hard-line?  I mean, Daughter is not going to arrive with presents for her father, although his birthday is within days of hers so she's not able to forget it.  And why is she suddenly willing to compromise in her position that I am Satan's mother?  Is it for the proffered gift?  And why does that bother me?

Time to go.  I have shopping to do...

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