The cat sitter was cute, charming, efficient. The cat hid, but they'll do fine with each other when he comes out from under the bed. He's a little spooky.
Auntie wanted to see the whole house; she looked at the family pictures. They'd been told that we'd climbed Kilimanjaro -- I pointed to a picture of us at 18,000 feet. The pet sitter talked about how next year, as a high school senior, she'll be able to take less classes. With more free time, she'll be able to go back to ice skating. I showed her a picture of another young friend who is on her way to becoming an Olympic caliber biathlete.
Auntie wanted to talk about how the Mission was a good place to live … always interesting things happening on the streets, all kinds of different shops. She feels safe here. We know how to live here; not to go out in the middle of the night.
Auntie is from the Philippines. But the family has an Italian name. There was a grandfather who was a sailor, perhaps. They think maybe someday they'll be able to go to Italy and find people with their name. Auntie has seen a lot of life; she walks with a cane. She'd like to see more.
You have to know how to live rich and how to live poor, Auntie says. Sometimes you live well. But you can get by on corn and beans, if you have to, you know.