Little Women

The day before Christmas, I was in the local "super-store", they carry everything from groceries to clothing and furniture.  Were it not for them, just trying to find a video movie, socks or kitchenware would be impossible!  There are no alternatives for many miles around here.  I had just walked in, when I hear, "Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrissssssssssss!"

I snapped out of my determined shopping mode and focused on a pair of smiling faces, a mother and her youngest daughter.  It is always a pleasure to see them.  We chatted for some time as I had not seen the daughter in years and rarely ever see the mother anymore.  It is always nice to see a smiling face, sort of a rarity in my life any longer.

We talked for quite a long time.  Then the mother asked how all of the "Little Women" were doing, referencing to all of my daughters.  I laughed and commented that Louisa May Alcott was either a guy whom had never been in a house with any "little women" or a woman writing an apology piece for how badly behaved little women actually are.  I laughed and laughed and laughed - they did not.  The mother commented that nothing like that ever occurred in her house and stormed out.  Daughter's eyes spoke volumes, "How did you know?".  We hugged and she ran after her mother ...  I shook my head and laughed for quite a long time.

I lived the terror of a house full of little women for a decade.  The constant fights and spitting wars between kittens and the momma cat.  At one point I actually could understand why men become work-a-holics and/or alcoholics.  No rocket science there, just an inability to further tolerate the constant drama swirling around the little women of the house.

Of course none of them ever saw it as that way at all!  And years later, when given examples, merely shrug their shoulders and comment they don't remember it that way at all!  LOL!  Oh Lord, I am dying here!

And New Years Eve was spent in a household of almost all women.  There were nine women and three guys including me.  Talk about out numbered!  And within the group of women was the push-pull and tug of the pecking order being established about every hour on the hour for the seven hours I was there!

As I mentioned earlier in a post on New Years, it had been interesting to see the walls and the acceptance flickering across spirits towards me.  Confused Woman is always walled until she has been around me for an hour or so, then drops them and accepts me.  So, I suspected she would be chatty once she again realized that I was not a threat.  But, what surprised me the most was one of the daughters there did the same thing!  I was amazed as I have known her for about five years, in so far as she has a name, but not really what it was.  So, either she was reacting to her mothers 100% rejection of me, or the Confused Woman's eventually warming up and acceptance of me.  But, it was interesting to note.

Sunday, I saw that daughter at church again and I said "Hi" in passing, she turned completely beet red!  I tried not to laugh until I was out of ear's reach ...