Three signs I’ve totally skipped the “Becoming Just Like My Mother” phase and am already deep into “Just Like My Grandmother”.
1 – There’s been a daddy-long-legs* in the bathroom corner above my bathtub for weeks. I haven’t named him. But I haven’t killed him yet either. In fact, I feel far friendlier toward it than I ever do toward spiders. My grandmother used to say goodnight to her bathtub spider. I do not do that. Yet.
2 – I now sleep on a satin pillowcase. I don’t get my hair curled and ‘set’ each week at the local beauty shop, so it’s not a hair-do-preservation step. I just like it.
3 – Yesterday I bought those Pepperidge Farm butter crackers shaped like butterflies and ate some. With cottage cheese.
And as a bonus, to show that I’m also a little like my grandmother on the other side of the family, I concocted some sort of cheese-and-grits casserole thing for Thanksgiving that was quite good.
Bring on the house-dresses and calling everyone under 40 ‘boy’ or ‘girl.’
* Have I told you my great fear about daddy-long-leg spiders? Someone once told me that they have a terribly poisonous venom but that their mouths are so tiny they can’t actually bite humans. While I'm not entirely convinced that's true, I am always a little concerned that I’m going to meet the world’s first freak-of-nature Big Mouth Daddy-Long-Leg Spider and be his first meal.