It is not often I am perplexed. The world holds little for me in the future. Not too much surprises me.
However, and isn't there always one?
We were out for brunch at a local cafe in Prahran with Bone Doctor and Little Jo. Bone Doctor had an early appointment in the city with a financial advisor. Apparently an education fund must be set up for Little Jo to avoid breaching the loss of Part whatever of the family tax act when you earn more than $150,000. Don't we just adore middle class welfare? Whatever, we ran out of change and it was a hard job to extract a dollar coin from the Bone Doctor for Little Jo to have a ride on a merry go round.
R and I subsequently bought a bottle of whisky for tonight and puzzled about how much we earn. Seems to be somewhat less than $150,000 a year. R suggested I work six days a week at work and he retires on his superannuation. I gave him a good hard smack in the mouth.
Ah, am off on tangents.
In spite of my and Bone Doctor's watchful eyes, R and Little Jo disappeared after the merry go round ride. Buying flowers at the market, I told Bone Doctor. I was right. They returned with flowers for us at home and a bunch of roses for Bone Doctor. Little Jo was insistent about flowers being for Bone Doctor. For the purposes of the rest of the post, I will call Bone Doctor, J.
These are for you J, Little Jo said so sweetly and handed her a bunch of roses.
(I piped in, J you can give these to sister and get some benefit or pretend they are for sister from Little Jo)
But there is a puzzlement and I would like my readers help. I have already emailed the Muriels for their experience, but their situation is slightly different. What a nice reply they sent though.
The thing is Little Jo was asked by the florist who R was. He is my Uncle R. That is odd in itself because Little Jo does not normally call R or myself Uncle. We did not even know that Little Jo knew us as uncles. Who are the flowers for, the florist asked Little Jo. For my J was the response. Who is your J?, the florist asked.
Both Little Jo and R were stumped.
Who is J, aka Bone Doctor, in relation to Little Jo? J is Little Jo's parent, her provider, her carer, someone who has been with her for all of her life. I think R is third on the list of important people in Little Jo's life, but J is the second most important person, but how does one describe J? J is nearly ten years younger than sister, slim and boyish and not a mother looking figure. As well as her doctor work, she umpires football, is a team doctor for a football team, jogs and swims in the sea midwinter. Second mother or other mother does not suit at all. Mum J is absurd.
Modern families in the twenty first century. So hard for me. We need to work out some nomenclature.
Suggestions for J's title most welcome.