tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523157134200402843.post4775605764891988977..comments2023-07-02T19:23:47.154+10:00Comments on scuze i: layer upon layerFruitCakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15660225514077942415noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523157134200402843.post-60408757255454669372013-06-01T01:40:27.009+10:002013-06-01T01:40:27.009+10:00Oh, the town from which my mother's family hai...Oh, the town from which my mother's family hails is a small one. I can walk down the street and spot a "prick relative" a mile off, just by certain physical features. [not one of them has my nose, the lucky sods].<br /><br />We all seem to know, as you put it, who is from which branch of the family, but I don't send them cards. Letters and presents are not for "occasions" ordained by outsiders, but by the events and feelings of other moments. Otherwise I really would have little to say, blank card or not. But I know how you feel.FruitCakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15660225514077942415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523157134200402843.post-35713539273334528582013-05-31T14:44:17.064+10:002013-05-31T14:44:17.064+10:00Thanx for showing there's always something for...Thanx for showing there's always something for which to be thankful - even if it's by default. Blank cards to write ones own message are my solution - say as much/little with as much/little sentiment/feeling/depth.<br /><br />Besides, isn't there something faintly ridiculous about a card that proclaims 'Now you're 50' or 'Merry Christmas to my maternal cousin once removed'? As if the recipient didn't know ...Red Nomad OZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03020668094026661054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523157134200402843.post-43174623908202432322013-05-26T17:46:34.547+10:002013-05-26T17:46:34.547+10:00Oh, the card thing. The sickly, syrupy sticky stuf...Oh, the card thing. The sickly, syrupy sticky stuff. Or the two major alternatives: the you're a pisspot isn't it funny ha ha genre, and the you're so old... funny ha ha genre.<br /><br />But I was blessed. If I had been someone else's child I would never have had three such wonderful aunts.FruitCakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15660225514077942415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2523157134200402843.post-64900716543788597822013-05-26T11:24:01.094+10:002013-05-26T11:24:01.094+10:00Snap. you are not alone. I cannot remember a singl...Snap. you are not alone. I cannot remember a single instance of my mother being friendly toward me. The good part is that it saved me grief when she died of chain-smoking. I am often intrigued by bloggers and other people with deep attachments to their parents, possibly envious. My father is 90 in a week and I cannot bring myself (Only Child, due to inherit) to go near him, or cope with the challenge of finding a birthday card which does not proclaim love and admiration for the recipient. sigh.<br /><br />The time off that you need, might be found at one of those 'weekend luxury spas' where you can bliss out, tune out, to aromatherapy massage and hot baths and open fires and good wine. Executors are allowed to award themselves a fee which ought to cover it. good luck.Ann ODynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01159263330547329077noreply@blogger.com