Day 5, meat in the face of defeat Mediterranean grannies are an untapped source of power Not only have I promised to go Baba, who swore up and down he wouldn't go, is driving And my brother, who currently hates me and has other obligations, was cornered into a maybe Tomorrow I don't know if I'm packing for a week or two months Probably two months if I want to stay until my Swedish friend comes down to the village in August We're going to the village, Aunt Z will wander off to the timeshare by herself next week--so at least I got out of that Swedish girl's mama, Aunt S, is part of the sea-granny clique She's tough and vulnerable and a bit psychic. She reminds me of Rizzo in Grease. I asked Aunt Z if Aunt S headed up there yet "She never left" "What?" "She's been there since last year" Of course she has. My second eldest cousin's 12 to 19 year old daughters, whom I haven't seen in a decade, quickly figured out I don't know how to lie They asked me to dish on ancient family scandal And now I'm Tante Tea, archivist of the mental illness we're all genetically predisposed to Yaaaay I cuddled with Belarusian cousin-in-law and we chatted about cats Aaaand I walked off the meat sweats at the park, I'm too tired for yoga-- walking counts I've decided Should I call Ozzy? I don't know I'm tired and my heart hurts Maybe I do need the pool |