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Feel Better with this Holiday Meat Sauce

21.05.12

“Woof, woof!”

I closed by my eyes. “Shut up!” I yelled. “Go downstairs.” Roxy looked at me with her big brown eyes. She stared at me hard. It was a look that said, “Move it, girl!” Coming from her, that was pretty nervy because she does next to nothing. In the mornings, we run or go for a walk. She spends the rest of the day napping in the family room, or waiting in the dining room for someone to ring the bell. She only comes to see me if she needs to go outside or wants a snack. Hours go by, and she doesn’t stop by to say hello. But the minute I am prostrate, she gets hysterical.

Nobody wants to see Mom lying down. Adults are supposed to be busy. Except when they feel like crap. I got out of bed, pushed her out of the room and shut the door. She sat in the hallway and barked and barked.

I couldn’t friggin' stand it. Nothing is louder or more persistent or sounds more anguished than a dog when it wants something. Meanwhile, I wanted someone to take care of me: An old Italian aunt, humming in her apron on a Sunday afternoon, stirring a big pot of meat sauce. She would say, “Come sit down, darling, take a load off, this is for you,” and she would hand over a bowl of meat sauce and a plate of buttered noodles, and give me a kiss on my forehead. This older Italian woman does not exist in my life but still I yearn for her. 

Source: Patch.com