melle_chantilly: (Glossy Red Lips)
Yesterday evening was really nice. We spent Xmas Eve with my mom as usual. We had really nice food (foie gras, snails, capon with chestnuts and butternut and a delicious buche).

We had a heart to heart discussion about my father, my childhood, their separation and my mom's borderline disorder. No drama, quite the contrary, in fact.

I was absolutely spoiled with presents, including a great headphone set (the one I had is an old one Math gave me and it is quite damaged) and a herb garden to grow from mom, and lingerie and a kinky Slocombe book from Math (and the MBA of course).

I actually managed not to eat too much, nor get absolutely drunk (quite a bit though). So I woke up refreshed this morning (alcohol makes me very tired in the morning, even though I don't suffer from the typical hangover symptoms).

I'm impatient to spend my holidays at [livejournal.com profile] anatsuno's ! Just 2 days of work left and we're leaving for 10 days. Longest holidays in several years !

Old folks

Dec. 26th, 2010 07:54 pm
melle_chantilly: (Lying B&W)
 I phoned my grandfather this afternoon. Talking to him was a bit awkward. He told me that my father hasn't talked to him in months, maybe a year. I know that my father hasn't been talking to my grandmother for a while either. She has phoned him several time but V, his girlfriend, picked up and screened each time and won't put him through. My father hasn't talked to my uncles for years. It is more and more obvious that he is estranging himself from his own family and I can't help thinking that V is pushing him toward this. It's sad and silly at the same time.

I can't really talk much to my grandfather. My mother said he was quite talkative but it doesn't work with me. We have never been very close to each other. My mother, on the other hand, calls him frequently, even though my parents have been separated for 18 years now so technically they aren't related anymore.

It's touching if a bit weird. I don't think they got along very well when my mother was still his daughter in law, but they got to know each other apparently. My mother has also found a great deal of inner peace in the past few years, she said so herself on Xmas Eve. And I know she bonds quite a lot with elderly people. For a couple of years she worked in a retirement home and as an inhouse caregiver. I think she quit when she realized that seeing the old people she cared for die was too upsetting for her. Anyway, it seems that she tries to be there for the old folks in her life.
melle_chantilly: (Lutens)
 So we had to have Xmas Eve with my mum at the temporary apartment since our flat is not about to be ready yet (we're moving back on the 8th, hopefully it's be done then, but I'm doubtful). The temporary flat is small and cramped because we have a lot of our stuff there (and some in the basement). The kitchen is tiny and as non functional as can be. There is just a sink, the metal side of the sink and an electric stove. No counter, no table, no nada. Also, no oven. The janitor was very kind and offered us to use one of the flats in the building so my mother could spend the night (there is a business of flats being sublet to travellers mostly, the temp flat we have is one of those as well).

In the end, it was lovely. We did everything last minute, even more than usual. On Monday, we went present shopping. On Tuesday we tried to order a cake at our favourite bakery but I guess they were too busy with the Xmas shoppers crowd to answer the phone. On Wednesday, Math finally reached them and was told it was too late to order anything but to come early on Thursday, that there would be plenty. He also went to the butcher's to order some meat thing, and he picked a nice boned duckling stuffed with mushroom and ground meat. So on Xmas Eve day Math got most of the food, cake (queued for an hour!), meat, sweet potatoes, chestnuts and we went together to the traiteur to choose some white wine, foie gras and other appetizers.

We managed to put the oven between the sink and the stove (not super safe, but we didn't use the water so it was ok, I guess). I made some mashed sweet potatoes with ginger. Unfortunately we had some yellow sweet potatoes, not orange ones, so it looked less appetizing that it could have, but I can't make the difference between one kind or the other before peeling them.

We cleaned the flat and brought a chair and the over back from the mount of boxes in our apartment. I found a piece of Japanese fabric that was too small to be used as a table cloth. So I folded it and put it across, in the centre. I went to the flat I booked for my mom to make her bed.

My mother had no problem on her way, despite the snow, and arrived at 7. I was wearing a sleeveless dress and a cardigan so she saw my tattoo quickly. She said she was nicely surprised, that it was very feminine and suited me well. Phew! She had brought Xmas decorations with her, so we gave a nice holiday feeling to the flat. We didn't have the room to get a tree, so we made a Xmas chest of drawers instead. :D

 

We went to show our flat and what had been done to it to my mother, who was impressed of the change. It does look bigger now that the bedroom and living room are divided. And our blue kitchen really rocks (it's really not done, but the walls are painted and a counter was laid against the wall, so you could see the colours next to each other, lush!)

The meal was lovely. I really enjoy cooking and treating my mother. We had white wine with salmon tartare (with a raspberry on top!) and then foie gras stuffed with figs. Then we had the duckling with chestnuts (my mother loves them!) and sweet potatoes purée. My mum had brought a delicious bottle of Mercurey to go with it. Then we had a break and exchanged gifts.

I got a lovely gold ginkgo leaf brooch, sequinned slippers and chocolates from my mom (she has ordered more gifts online but they haven't been delivered yet!) and riding-boots-shaped wellies and a COS tuxedo-inspired dress from Math. Math got plushy cow slippers, headphones, a board game and chocolates from my mom and a honeycomb photo light accessory and a porcelain manekineko from me. And my mother got her favourite perfume (Pleasures from Estée Lauder), a subscription to Courrier International magazine, and a vibro. She had been asking, allegedly jokingly, for one for quite a while now. She mentioned it to me maybe 5 times and also told our hairdresser lol (we go to the same place). Well, I didn't actually give her the vibro yesterday. First, she tends to get quite drunk, thus rather loud and quite mischievous (turns out we all drank quite moderately), and I could easily imagine the jokes she could. Then, Math felt a bit uneasy with the idea. So I actually slipped it in her bag this morning while she was in the bathroom, with a note on it “Open me at home :-)”, just to make sure she doesn't open it in the train station (oh, the hilarity!). I picked the Layaspot btw. I wanted the brown one but they didn't have it, so I took her the lilac one. :)

I'm pretty astonished at the quantity of gifts my mother brought us, given her not so great financial situation. Well, I know she's managing quite well and I'm certainly not complaining. I think I should get her a Eee PC for her bday in 2 months. Recommendations are welcome.

We hugged plenty and then ate the mandarin, blackcurrant, coconut and lemon buche. Then we had a decaf and went to bed.

We had croissants this morning and my mom just left (with her vibro in her bag, hehe, success!) And OMG, the flat where my mom spent the night has a tub, and I have the keys till Monday. I'm sooo having a bath! I'm staying in it till Monday!! I miss my tub, I'm fed up with showers only.
melle_chantilly: (Default)
 My mom sent me two super long emails related to my tattoo at 4 in the morning. Obviously she was so sick with worry she couldn't sleep, poor her.

She's afraid I'm making a silly decision, that I will regret it and be miserable. She's afraid I'm ruining my life by branding myself as a different person. (this is the short version, lol, it was several pages)

I tried not to get angry, and to reassure her. It's not dangerous and it won't make me a different person. (also, arm tattoo, not forehead) I want to do it. Maybe I will come to regret it, who knows. But it means a lot to me to have it done.

She didn't mention the tired argument of “how will it look when you get old?”. I think we might be a generation with a lot of tattooed grannies. ^_^

Anyway, shower and I'm on my way!

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