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2002:February:10
I bought 5 tulips from Harris Teeter this evening. Those tulips smell like celery and Snoopy soap. The smell makes me think of Thanksgiving in Germany. I was sitting in the tub with a three dimensional Snoopy, bathing, the rabbit that I had for the weekend from school was watching me and I remember the perfume playdo smell of the soap coupled with the celery and sage from the dressing my Aunts, on my mother's side, were making in the kitchen. They were doing some sort of missionary deal or something and they stopped by to see us. No doubt they were perpetuating some bible+pray=turkey with some underpriviliged culture. Sigh, just not my cup of tea. Great ladies otherwise and great cooks too. I ate like a bastard I'm sure. Aunt Elaine smelled like Skin So Soft and cigars from Uncle Carl. When they would fight at the riverhouse, Aunt Elaine threw dish after dish into the fire, screaming at him each time she did. This house had no air and the back screened in porch faced the river. The front door opened to no stairs and cotton fields across the dirt road. I would run from the living room and jump out the front door to drop on the grass below. Our family would go stay at Uncle Carl's house in town if the fights got too bad. There were always many children there that I usually hid from when I was very young until they dragged me along to movies in town, Selma, Al, yikes, and showed me their strange little world. Extended family. Strange, as children, we are forced to go visit, as adults we receive announcement and engangements for these people that we never knew and we still do not know. I think generations before us cared more for such. I do not know. I just do not see myself visiting relatives or family now. Maybe every once in a while if I need some material. But otherwise, and I feel a bit guilty about this, my interest is not there. There is so much information and art that I would prefer to ingest. My friends are my real family, they always have been. As far as what is left of my immediate family, I like my sister Thelma, the others, I do not speak to, except when necessary. I always ask myself when I am around them if I would be friends with them if I was not related to them and the answer is always no. But enough of all that already. My cousin, Candy, smelled like Skin So Soft and Salem cigarettes. She and Hoyt were teenagers and they took me to see Carrie at the theatre past the family cemetary.
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