During a small family gathering today at my mother-in-law’s house, I got . . . scolded . . . admonished . . . reprimanded . . . by my sister-in-law. And by my younger sister-in-law, no less. (A younger s-i-l who should actually be just a little in awe of me, a bit less uppity in my presence . . . I mean, if we were in China, I could boss her around and she’d just have to stay silent and take it.) What she scolded me for was how little I have been writing in my blog lately. Now that is a sweet thing to hear for any blogger – especially one who worries that certain friends and relatives are only reading out of a sense of obligation. I used to think this about her.
Every Tuesday, I take the train to the university to teach my course there. Two years ago, I got a new (old) lecture hall that had only one saving grace – it was right next door to my sister-in-law’s office. Once I realized this, I called her from the train one day and said “Hey Dafi! I’ve got a half hour to kill. What are you up to?” (She never let me forget that formulation.) What followed were weekly short get-togethers in which she gave me free coffee and all the latest family news that my husband forgot to tell me about. I’m not quite sure what she got out of these talks. Not only am I a terrible source for juicy gossip, but, once when I arrived at her office, I noticed my blog on her computer screen. “Oh no!” I thought, “she’s cramming my blog for our coffee klatch!”
One wonderful thing about Dafi is that when you think a thing like that, you can feel free to just go ahead and say it out loud to her too.
“Oh, no!” I said, and then asked her, “Are you cramming my blog for our coffee klatch!?”
She laughed and said no. I didn’t completely believe her.
All the more reason that today’s scolding made me feel good. Even if it came from a younger sister-in-law who has no business scolding her elder.
So, here’s a post dedicated to Dafi and a promise to everyone I have been neglecting on the reading/commenting side that summer is here, time for catching up is upon me, and I will be back. As I have warned many of you at times before – “watch out for incoming!!” And once the bombardment starts, you can all say:
“Thanks, Dafi! Thanks a lot.” (How you intone this is your own choice.)
A Note on the Name “Dafi”:
it is pronounced “dah-fee”
it is spelled d-a-f-i by me, d-a-f-f-i by my husband, d-a-f-f-y by others
for years I thought it had something to do with Daffy Duck
according to the husband, it comes from the movie “Some Like It Hot” and Jack Lemmon (in drag) as Daphne. (Pronounced in German “dahf-na” which turned into “dahf-nee”, which lost its “n” and became “dah-fee”, which is where I came into the family and took up the nickname and to this day, 30+ years later, still use it, even though no one else does anymore.)