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Holidays

You love them or hate them. Probably both. How fun to see family. How fun to see family go home.  Everyone knows the stress level of hostesses and guests alike, rise to astronomical levels. Why? Family for one. We love them and yet they drive us mad. Perfection. We all strive for it and very few achieve it. And the cooking. So many dishes to coordinate with baking times and have everything ready at the same time.  Then we set the table and it looks so beautiful. Dishes that were grandmas, that can’t go in the dishwasher. Glasses we use twice a year, that can’t go in the dishwasher. My grandmother’s dishes has individual salt shakers for each place setting. I used them one year, and pretty much everyone said where is the salt? I tried.

Everyday dishes? Sure why not?  Maybe there are no Grandma’s dishes . But do you have enough plates? And the chairs? Do we have enough? How can we fit everyone at the table?

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For years my family had about 22-25 people at Thanksgiving dinner, give or take.  There was always a kid’s table. A long folding one or round kitchen table dragged to the end of the dining room table. All with different tablecloths. It is a holiday. Had to use tablecloths.

At times when we did have 25+ , we added at least two tables to the end of the dining table, and it was sort of like a table train, adding more as we needed it. Grabbing chairs from desks, vanity tables, stools.  I always sat at the kids table when I was a child, and it seems nothing has changed for the kids now. But they love it. They mess around and eat what they want. But do they get grandma’s wedding dishes. Nope. Everyday dishes. Sorry, kids.

We stopped years ago trying for perfection. Sweating in the kitchen for 8 or 9 hours, preparing, cooking, drinking. But who cares. We don’t need the gold rimmed plates, individual salt shakers, or the crystal that is so delicate that I have already broken 6 glasses over the years, just by putting them in the sink to be washed.

Oh we all bitch and moan. Got to drive somewhere, or prepare beds and plenty of snacks to have BEFORE we eat a ridiculously large meal. But we love it. It isn’t family if there isn’t an argument or three. Or complaining. My dad (RIP) used to sit at the table , while we were cooking our asses off, and say when is it going to be ready? He would hold his fork and tap it on the table. Drove me crazy , but I sure do miss that. Meanwhile, cheese and crackers, chips and dips, veggies all are being consumed while they are waiting to eat. My mom (RIP) would want to play backgammon or cards while we were cooking and recruited anyone that wasn’t in the kitchen helping

This year we are down to 10 people. I feel sad about that. Sure it was always a fiasco when 25 of us got together in one house. And loud. Understatement.. New York Jewish family. Quiet is not a thing. And any guests would sit in shock for a while, and then most would jump right in. You wanted to eat, you had no option. When in Rome……

But this year Mom and dad are gone, others are not joining us for various reasons. I can’t say it will be quiet, but it will sound that way., compared to years gone by.

But it is family and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

You’re Such a Doll

I met a man on one of these sites, that I thought , this is the type of man I should be dating. And what I mean, is that he was somewhat close to my age, has a good job, established, grown kids, etc. And don’t worry, he was 6 years younger, which still qualifies him as younger. We got along pretty well with messages on the site and then phone calls too.

We arranged to meet for a drink and met halfway between our homes. It went well and we actually extended it to dinner.  The date lasted about 4 hours, which I thought unusual for an initial meet and greet.  Ended the evening with him saying, “I really enjoyed myself and we should do this again soon.”

I agreed and said yes let’s plan for that. Well a week or so later I had a trip planned  to the west coast for about a week.  The plan was to meet for date # 2 before I left for my trip. Well that didn’t pan out- claimed he wasn’t feeling well (always question those claims ). We decided let’s wait till I return.  We texted some while I was away and I sent him a message that I was home. Now he was going away that weekend, so again we said when you come back we will meet for date # 2. Need I tell you the ending to this?  We texted some, spoke on the phone and he again stated, “we need to meet again soon, I had such a good time with you.”

“Okay”, I said, “when?”

His reply, “lets see what happens this coming weekend.”  Not a particularly committed statement in my book.

Well apparently, something happened, but it didn’t involve me. I got a text wishing me a happy mothers day (yes it was May at the time) and  I responded with “thank you”. And that was that. Not a peep.

I really don’t get it.  Was I being hasty? Am I expecting he should have called? Yes he should have. Chalk up another one. Funny thing, I mentioned I was thinking of starting a blog about dating, and he said, “uh oh! are you going to include me?”

“ Who knows! If you give me material I will.”

Lucky him not calling me, I have made him a star.

I did see him on the site at times.  I decided to be bold and I texted him to ask, out of curiosity, why he changed his mind. He answered saying  that I was a doll, but I had too many other commitments. He wished me luck,  I guess keeping busy, having a job, seeing family and friends ,as opposed to waiting by the phone to see if he is going to call, is not what he expected.  I sent him one last message back ( have to get the last word in) and said yes, I do like to keep busy and damn straight I am a doll.  

Moving on.

Can’t Make This Stuff Up

I am amazed sometimes at the audacity of some of these men on the dating sites. Here is this man, from Canada, who is chatting with me.  After a few minutes of chatting, I  finally looked at  his profile. It says he is 46 and  his status is  “living together.” You have a girlfriend? “Well, ”, he says “No actually I am married”. Well ok, that is usually living with someone. Maybe that is why he put ‘wants to date but nothing serious!’   Then he says, oh I am 43. I don’t know why I said 46. I politely tell him probably the same reason you said living together and you are actually married. And instead of worrying about what you should have written, maybe you ought to consider not being on a dating site. He got annoyed with me because I was , as he said, “blasting him.”

 

A very unique man in his mid thirties, sent me a message. I say unique because, first, he states in his profile , he is neither single or looking. Then he writes that he is simply searching  for a woman to please between the ages of 50 and 70.  Oh yes he threw in conversation and laughter, but  keeping it straight, he is just there at your beckon call.

He is looking for a mature woman, and clearly states he knows he makes more money than anyone responding, so it  is clear that he is not looking for a woman of means. In his message to me, he refers to himself as a mere mortal, and how can he even imagine being with a goddess like myself. Well that may just become my new title- goddess of dating. Has a ring to it.

A friend of mine,  also on Plenty of Fish,   went out with an older gentleman to an Itlalian restaurant for  dinner on their first date.  When I asked how the dinner went, she said , I was so busy wondering if his toupee was going to fall into his pasta , that I couldn’t  focus on the food or conversation. After I caught my breath from laughing, she said that though the toupee stayed in place, she watched his teeth moving back and forth when he spoke. I wouldn’t have gotten past the appetizer.

 

Another date  she  went on, told her he was 69, a couple of years older than my friend.  As most of us know , one can easily check online with minimal information on most anyone. Said he was divorced and his wife had died shortly after the divorce. So I decided to look him up. Lo and behold he was 74 and his wife was very much alive and living in Florida.  Never determined why the lies- what was it going to get him? Sympathy?  When one is a teenager , and wants to drink, they lie, and say he or she is 21. When one is approaching 50 , and looks good, maybe shave off a year or two. But at 74, is it not time to stop lying about your age and pretending your wife, or ex-wife is dead? That won’t get you points with anyone.