{"id":1471,"date":"2008-12-29T09:03:51","date_gmt":"2008-12-29T16:03:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/im_ticked\/"},"modified":"2008-12-29T09:03:51","modified_gmt":"2008-12-29T16:03:51","slug":"im_ticked","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.redeaglespirit.com\/arrrgh\/im_ticked\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Ticked!"},"content":{"rendered":"

At a time when I should be buoyed by the lightness of the season and be filled with good cheer, I’m ticked. I know that I shouldn’t have let this situation get to me, but I really regret the loss of manners that I see everywhere these days. I sound like an old fogy, and I probably am one, but where in the world has the ability to treat others civilly gone?
\nLast night my youngest stepson and his wife came to exchange Christmas gifts. They had gone to her family for Christmas rather than joining his family. Stepson Three called several days ago to ask if they could visit with us yesterday. When I asked him what time he said, “Afternoon.” That left a lot of leeway, but I figured we would be having a quiet afternoon at home, so it wasn’t a problem.
\nI should insert here that my daughter-in-law (I only have one of them) has been put on a very<\/strong> restricted diet. It’s so restricted that I hate to ask her about it, because rather than telling me what she can<\/strong> eat, she always goes down the list of things she can’t<\/strong> eat. It gets confusing trying to remember everyone’s likes and dislikes and cans and can’ts, and after a while, I shut some of it out. I’m not perfect, and I have a lot of other things on my mind.
\nSooooooooooo….the kids finally arrived around four, and sat with us to watch an hour of Dr. Who reruns. Dear Husband was getting hungry and assumed that I hadn’t planned any dinner. (We all know better, but he didn’t ask me what I had planned). It was decided that he would order pizza. Well, I knew that my DIL couldn’t have pizza. There was some discussion of offering a salad, but no one made a move toward the kitchen, so I assumed that it was my job. I got up and emptied the refrigerator.
\nI offered seven veggies, three meats, four cheeses, five condiments and about six salad dressing. Too bad I didn’t have the partridge and the pear tree, to go along with that! I laid it all out in an attractive pattern, put out bowls and forks, and set out beverages.
\nThe pizza came, and the guys got up to help themselves. I fixed a salad for Elegante Mother, and added it to a plate with little squares of pizza, and some Greek olives. I took it into the living room for her, and encouraged my DIL to join me in the kitchen so I could tell her what I had laid out. (I had diced up lunch meat, so she might have needed to know which was ham and which was turkey.
\nHer response was, “NO! I’m not eating.”
\nWhat ever happened to “Thank you.” Why did this girl’s mother not teach her any social graces? She was sitting where she could see me putting all of this together. Did she really think I was doing it for the guys, who would be consuming gargantuan amounts of pizza???
\nA simple, “Thanks, but my diet is so restrictive, I’ll have to pass on dinner,” would have fallen more kindly on my ears. I was ticked then, and I’m still ticked now.
\nAND, it bothers me that she never speaks to my mother. I thought we might have a problem, because my mother has never cared for my DIL. She has always felt ignored. I don’t know if my DIL simply doesn’t know what to say to her, or doesn’t care to acknowledge her. For whatever reason, my mother has always disliked her, and unfortunately, that was one of the things EM could still remember. I needed to reassure my mother that she would be okay, and that my DIL wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.
\nI think we need to have compulsory Manners 100. A crash course to cover the near future, leading in to 101, 102, 201, 202, 301, 302, 401, and independent study would be a really good idea!!
\nDo you think I am asking too much?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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