gramma gelinas
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.12.27
Today I spent much of the day packing up my apartment. I took a break around noon to go meet my girlfriend's family for lunch.
It was my first introduction to my girlfriend's grandmother. She struck me as having the readiest sense of humor among the Gelinas women I've met this far. And after the 100-year-old I met with two days before, quite easy going.
I was stood up by the woman who'd made an appointment to come see the apartment today. I called her, and she told me that not only was she unable to come see the place on the weekend, but that she'd lost my phone number and had been unable to contact me. She didn't sound like someone who'd make a good tenant, I surmised.