Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

     My mother's college roomate cousin and her husband left this morning for Northern California to see another cousin and his wife who are older than they, who are older than my mother. Although I didn't spend nearly as much time with them as my mother did (every time they took off with my mother I took advantage of the time alone to be distraught) I guess they saw me enough to be aware of my "mood", although they didn't know the circumstances. Not even my mother knows the circumstances and I doubt she was aware of my mood. As they left, my mother's cousin hugged and kissed me and said, "You need to toughen up, Gail." Then, her husband did the same and said, "No, you don't, Gail." Of the two, the cousin is the tough one. Her husband is the, hmmm, I would say "pussycat", but I know how tough cats are. I guess it would be accurate to say he's the one without calluses, the one without strategy.
     Although I knew I had a choice, knew I'd made it, I thought the best choice was to be tough, the one I rejected. I guess neither of the two is the banner choice. That's nice to know.