Lunchtime Adventures & Auntie Jane




Auntie Florence told me that Grandpa would probably just like to eat his jushi for lunch, and may we would go out to eat two times in a week. Grandpa obviously had other plans.

Auntie Flo laughed and said that Grandpa thinks he needs to take care of me, rather than the other way around. Marissa suggested that Grandpa has just been waiting for the opportunity. I think they are both right.

Our first day at lunchtime, Grandpa comes out and says that we have "no more nothing" for lunch and that we need to go out for lunch. We obviously have different definitions of what an empty fridge looks like, but I'm not the argumentative type. So we go out to good old Like Like Drive-In. Grandpa immediately orders the butterfish. I guess you get to a point in your life when you really do know what you want, no matter what those Olive Garden commercials would have you believe. While we're eating, I get the call about the new job.

The call itself started rather hilariously. Kelly, my sub coordinator at the district led in with, "you know, I just noticed that you are 'highly qualified' in language arts..."

Two things popped into my mind at that point.

1. Uh, what?
2. Jeez, I must be just terrible at presenting myself in interviews and resumes!

But anyway, we did get things worked out in the end.

Anyway...

After lunch, we went over to Auntie Jane's new place. She has a one-room "condo" in the back of one of her children's homes. Grandpa suggested that this is because she argues with people too much. I don't know about that, but I do know that she likes to tell everyone what to do all the time, haha. So we manage to find the house (Grandpa knows where it is because of the large Mango tree across the street).

The first thing Auntie Jane says to me is that I'm looking a little fat. To be fair, I am...but still. I would say that when you get old, you don't mince words, but I have never known Auntie Jane to not say exactly what's on her mind. She says that it's ok, I'm young. Unlike her and Grandpa, as she says that they aren't going to live forever. The funny thing to me is that if there were two people in the world who would live forever, it would be Grandpa and Auntie Jane. We do have a nice chat about things, politics, and my recent graduation. Of course, I would see her again just a few days later on Thanksgiving...


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