i remember she really loves to pay me surprise visits every time i go on a holiday. she was there with me in germany, but decided to leave before i left for port dickson. a relieve too, for dragging an old lady along with me for beach games and into the pool isn't too good an idea. she sprang a surprise on me in the middle of the night up in the cold mountains of north thailand during mission trip last year too. and made me have to tiptoe over sleeping bodies to welcome her. i can't remember her coming along with me to hongkong or spain, but she was with me a couple of times in switzerland. those were certainly unforgettable times, trust me.
my grandaunt--she comes and goes as she wishes. i find it rather trying to grasp a proper understanding of her. just as i think i've got her all figured out, she springs something new on me. she's simply unpredictable. sometimes when i get wind of her impending arrival, i tend to subconsciously get into very bad moods or sink into depression. other times, perhaps the mere thought of it gives me a splitting headache or a horrible churning in the stomach. the rest of the time, it hardly affects me.
still... whatever it is, i guess i must thank God for her. i know i've said this here before about a couple of years ago, but i must say it again, just in case we forget. i once read a christian book which told of a lady who simply abhored her grandaunt and wished like crazy that she never had one. one day, just out of the blue, her grandaunt stopped dropping by to visit her. perhaps her grandaunt sensed her hostility and decided to keep her distance, i don't know. so i must be careful not to curse myself, nor my grandaunt, for that matter. grandaunts may come in useful in the future. so i shall bear with her for the time being. ouch.