Gift giving overseas is always a risky business. The advent of the internet and online shopping, of course, have eased this burden greatly if you are shopping for someone living in the US. A gift recipient living in a foreign country, though, learns not to trust the foreign post, waits until they are incountry to receive a gift, or generally does without, a concept most princesses find abhorrent. Gift certificates and money, which one was taught were a cowardly and lazy form of gift giving, suddenly become appealing and acceptable. Like the art of naming a child, I believe there is an art to giving a gift. It needs to have had some thought put into it.
Today is my MIL Winnie’s birthday. I have done nothing for her besides send her birthday wishes telepathically. It is too early to call as I write this (which I guess counts if she reads it). I am not proud of this fact but she did get her Mother’s Day gift more or less on time so that will have to tide her over until I can find a good gift certificate or present. Likewise the card. For today’s TRISTEDIDA* I baked The Cake with the boiled caramel frosting, our family’s traditional birthday cake and we will eat it in Winnie’s honor.
Last week, however, Mr. Understanding and I bought a house which is a 6 minute walk from Winnie’s and Bop’s. Does this count as a gift? And if so, can we stretch it to cover Father’s Day? The deal is not done yet but I am hopeful. I am calling it My OverPriced Storage Unit/Hotel Room/Investment for College Tuition. One third of our possessions are making their way to the US; the only thing needed is beds. There is a deal on rooms for frequent commenters of this blog.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WINNIE!
*Triste (sad)- dida (word ending) = going away party for all the women who will be friendless in a few short weeks. More on this tomorrow.