Back off
Some friends stopped by yesterday to see Tin – they were in town only briefly. We comfortably sat at the dining table while it continued to rain steadily outside and talked about everything we could cram into an hour visit, while Tin ate everything we put in front of him – yoghurt, two cookies, dinner, applesauce and he would have gladly eaten more – growth spurt? We also started giving him his vitamins in the morning and so now I don’t have to worry about 9 out of 10 doctors appearing in my dreams at night.
A couple of gems that came out of our visit was while discussing a mutual acquaintance we learned the icky feeling we were having was justified as this person had done some pretty creepy things – he was described with a French word that translates directly as “oily” – I love that word as it invokes the exact sentiment of being creeped out by someone. In another twist in our conversation, we were talking about the polite way of backing out of an invitation you don’t want and have received multiple times and our octogenarian friend suggested simply using the phrase – Back Off – perfect. Says everything you need it to say.