I have about 36 newly found but not met nieces and nephews. I call the one I know, as she’s from the family I have known all my life, 37. After I spoke to bio half-bro I was so freaked out from learning about the size of the family and that he not only hunts but makes his own gun powder and uses a bow and arrow I ran into her room.
Fortunately 37 is very mature. She looks just like the Deschanel sisters, Zoey and Emily but for some unknown reason my brother-in-law doesn’t want to know what 37 will look like when she’s in her 30’s and pregnant.
For those of you who have read Courting since its inception year, 37, then a little kid, will be going to college next year. Being one of us she likes to make life hard for herself and refused to apply to one school early admission but is applying to schools all over the North East. Because of me she’s a legacy to one of them! Unfortunately it’s not NYU which I left after one year. Kind of wish I had stayed so it could have been grandfather, daughter, and niece at the same school.
I don’t generally write about her as I have this grossly outmoded belief in privacy. I can talk about me but nobody else in depth. I can talk about the dead but that’s funny–generally they have living significant others, siblings and/or parents who somehow figure into every story. That does limit personal blogging a lot.
Oh Thanksgiving dinner was great as were the other ten days. I went to a new store in Huntington that only sells many types of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I could taste them all but stopped after fig and vanilla balsamic as I was so overwhelmed!