Friday, October 21, 2011
Love and Boyfriends and Celebration
My parents come up from Boca Raton for the CanadianThanksgiving weekend, so I get to visit with them, too. It's nice, all of us together like that. And hey, I get two Thanksgivings, and for a girl who likes turkey, what's not to love!
This year I thought that my boyfriend, Joel, would come up with me. Actually, I didn't think twice about it... I figured he'd want to be there, you know? He moved in with me a while ago, and when Mom and Dad came up to Queensville this summer, they all got along great. Becca doesn't like him much, but I figured Joel would get along fine with Grandma; everyone does.
But the very day I was packing to leave - I'd been talking about the trip for two weeks, and he'd never said a word - he suddenly said he wasn't going. He looked surprised when I got mad, as if I hadn't been saying for two weeks that when we went there we'd have to do this, and that... I was looking forward to showing him around, you know? And I wanted Grandma to meet him.
He'd rather hang out at home, he said, and he had to take off on a sales trip on the Monday, anyway. (That was the first time he'd said anything about the sales trip, but maybe it just came up.) Someone had to look after Denver, my cat, he said. I already had that covered. Valetta Nibley (my friend, and co-worker when I fill in at the Queensville Emporium) was going to drop in once a day and make sure Denver was okay, fill his bowl and scoop his litter, and I was taking Hoppy, my Yorkie-Poo, with me.