One very small apartment + three women + hot weather = actually not that bad. We're getting along so far. It is however curious. Particularly unusual. When was the last time you slept on the same bed with your mother?
Since yesterday I've spent most of the time inside. Last night we went to dinner and today for coffee in the late afternoon. I am making good karma. Mother wants me near her. I acquiesce. But not for long.
The third woman? My mother's caretaker. She's from Georgia (not the U.S. state, the country) and speaks very little Greek. Young and helpful. But the struggle continues. What a mess!
For most people Greece sounds like a fabulous destination. For me - it carries a load of baggage.
I don't believe I ever slept in the same bed with my mother as an adult...
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ReplyDeleteI do understand. I remember some 20 years ago when I traveled to Ukraine with my mother and we shared a bed. I moved all the way into the corner so that there would be no possibility for us to touch through the night. What is it about sleeping with one's mother? Don't the Greeks have a name for this complex? There's Oedipus, Electra, what about this one?
ReplyDeleteAnyway it sounds like you have a great setting for writing. So do. When will you be back, we'll make sure to get together then.
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