The Second Day
Jeff and I picked up Andreas at 11 today to take him out to lunch with some of my German speaking friends in Salt Lake City. The day before we had had a preview of my stepmother, Solange, in the form of a rather garish, self important self portrait a la Alexis Carrington from the television show Dallas hanging on her wall. Yes, she seemed like a diva and we were excited to meet her.
Imagine our surprise to meet this very sweet, energetic Brazilian woman who threw her arms around both of us and truly seemed to welcome us from her heart. Andreas is staying in the basement apartment so she called down to him that we were here. We had some time to visit with her while waiting for Andreas. I asked her where my Dad was and she said just a minute, that he was here and she would call him. I thought she would just call out for him but she didn't she picked her cell phone and called him. Apparently, he was out in his trailer behind the house.
She embarassedly said, "He needs to be alone sometimes." After a couple of minutes, he came into the house, looking like he had just woken up. The other piece of news is that Solange has purchased a condo and will soon be moving. My father is refusing to move with her. Another marriage bites the dust, perhaps?
Lunch with my friend, Tara, and her mother, Antje, was wonderful. On the way there I asked Andreas if he had ever wondered if he were a lesbian before he began to transition and he very strongly in German replied, "No, I would have been with a woman. There would have been no problem."
The conversation at lunch was interesting. Antje sat across from Andreas so that they could communicate in German more directly. Antje is originally from Hamburg and her grandparents lived in Itzehoe where Andreas now lives...
(I will post more later. I need to meet my Uncle for breakfast).
Imagine our surprise to meet this very sweet, energetic Brazilian woman who threw her arms around both of us and truly seemed to welcome us from her heart. Andreas is staying in the basement apartment so she called down to him that we were here. We had some time to visit with her while waiting for Andreas. I asked her where my Dad was and she said just a minute, that he was here and she would call him. I thought she would just call out for him but she didn't she picked her cell phone and called him. Apparently, he was out in his trailer behind the house.
She embarassedly said, "He needs to be alone sometimes." After a couple of minutes, he came into the house, looking like he had just woken up. The other piece of news is that Solange has purchased a condo and will soon be moving. My father is refusing to move with her. Another marriage bites the dust, perhaps?
Lunch with my friend, Tara, and her mother, Antje, was wonderful. On the way there I asked Andreas if he had ever wondered if he were a lesbian before he began to transition and he very strongly in German replied, "No, I would have been with a woman. There would have been no problem."
The conversation at lunch was interesting. Antje sat across from Andreas so that they could communicate in German more directly. Antje is originally from Hamburg and her grandparents lived in Itzehoe where Andreas now lives...
(I will post more later. I need to meet my Uncle for breakfast).
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