All Quiet On The Western Front....Almost

For months there were days of cupcakes, trips to the parks, grocery stores and talk of 50th anniversary rings and maybe a new Lincoln in the driveway. While one gave the other a mini computer the other gave rings and a big screen television hung from Willis built closets. Dinner was served with regularity with almost civility and courteousness not seen in years if ever. My parents after 50 years of marriage finally figured it out.

Then the quietness was disturbed with the arrival of Our Sister of Perpetual Pity recovered completely from weight loss surgery and continuing her 30 year reign of the worst high school student ever. As my older, wiser sister would say: Never allow evil into your house cause it really hard to get rid of. Now I not sure if O.S.P.P. could be considered evil but her stories are self-destroying as well as heartless.

I am sure right about now one Madam Morbid will be running over to show Peggy how I back to writing about the 608er’s (Hi Mom!) but...here is the thing: all was great while O.S.P.P. was gone. Peggy’s “diabetes” disappeared miraculously and Willis biggest problem was how often to fly to Virginia to visit his aging mother. It was so nice I was planning on visiting for a few days. Maybe ask for some of Mom’s juggacita (a Portuguese lima bean & rice dish) and custard. But that ended on day two of O.S.P.P. arrival. Before the world could spin one full day, Peggy was complaining of high blood pressure and Willis was looking to exit any door possible.

Something has to be said for the forty something woman who first sends her 20 something do nothing to “surprise” the 608ers with his appearance. Not that they would say anything to him, he is their grandchild, but really, to send a grown person with no purpose, plan or goals to live with people closer to 80 than Jesus is just so wrong. But I guess the girl got game.

Then O.S.P.P. shows up less than a month later to add to the stress and commotion as if she was the belle of the ball and utterly destroys the quietness of house. No more cupcakes happening. Before long a bedroom smelling continuously like fish and dirty dishes and bathrooms becomes the normal part of the day. My almost 80 year old mother is constantly in the kitchen cooking for unappreciative grown folks. In less than a two weeks there was arguments, disagreements and uncouth that was so ugly I couldn’t help but call and strongly suggest that she be put out. But seeing as really I don’t live there I could only suggest.

Now there is talk about her grandchildren coming to stay there also while she continues to spread her tall fairy tales to all who will listen. Those two months of civility and togetherness ended in hours. I pray that my parents wise up and show her the door. Just as I know this is an impossibility, for some reason she holds my mother heart, I know I will not be going there anytime soon. Sort of makes one feel like this dude......I believe this is what he meant by Trapped......