My Aunts

I love my aunts. They are so good to me. Here are three of them at my wedding, on the right in red, in blue, and in black. All three of them came, even though none of them live close by and it was February--brrr!




My Aunt Jessie even wore the "Cinderella Hat" I'd made for her from some leftover bridesmaids fabric.

(Like the Roger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella in 1965--classic!)

But there is one aunt that I do not like very much. I had never even heard of her until I was 13 or so, and then she showed up one day unannounced and unwelcome. She only stayed for a few days, but the next month she was back again, and from there she decided to visit me on a regular basis. It's not that she's inherently bad, but for some reason I always feel grumpy whenever she drops in. I get tired, I get headaches and other problems, just putting up with her. After the first few years I began to know when to expect her, but sometimes she throws a wrench in my planning and comes at random times: during vacations, when I've planned time with my friends, when I want to have fun or go swimming.

And instead, I'm stuck with her.

At least she didn't come to my wedding--I made sure of that! In the summer of 2007 she missed one of her periodic visits--and then another, and another. I thought I might finally be rid of her, but a few days ago she suddenly dropped in, thinking we could pick things up right where we'd left off after a year and a half. Eighteen months was not long enough to go without seeing Aunt Flo.