My Dad used to tell me I was copping out when I said I couldn't cook. He said anyone who can read can cook. Tonight I have made Chinese hot and sour soup in the slow cooker. We shall see if he was correct.
I have developed more of an interest in cooking lately, for some reason. Maybe I just want to know what I am putting inside my body. Or maybe I am on the brink of becoming a domestic goddess with Martha Stewart cloth napkins and an appetite for cleaning.
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Yesterday I took J shopping for her grad dress. We brought my mother-in-law, who is exactly the sort of person everyone wants with them when shopping for a dress because her opinions are instant and definite. Good lord, take that dress off, it's wearing you! she laughs. Or, Oh my god (dabbing tears), you're beautiful! I frustrate J when we shop together because I look for her opinion first before offering mine. And my opinions about clothes are always wishy-washy. Hmm... yeah, that's okay. Not bad. She found a dress in the third place we went, and she loves it. So does the mother-in-law.
While J tried on dresses, I noticed other girls in the store watching her. She's really very beautiful, even in the most awful dresses. Seeing her in a specific dress inspired another girl to try on the same one, who did not end up liking it on herself. This happened several times with several different girls. I am suddenly surprised by how strikingly lovely J has grown up to be. The best part is that she does not know it.
(On the way home, my mother-in-law complimented my driving. It's so smooth, she said, like you're not even driving a standard! I have driven standard my whole life and never had anyone offer me this kind of feedback. It seems like something you would say to a seventeen-year old who has just learned to drive. My mother-in-law is the best.)
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I have thought for years that God didn't believe in me, but lately I have come to the sad acceptance that She simply doesn't like me. How did you know?
Impossible. You are one of the most likeable people in the whole wide world. I like you, and I don't like *anyone*. And I believe in you too.
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