At my aunt's*, where SH and I have stopped to visit for a second.
Me: I better call my mom and tell her we're here and see what time she wants to have supper.
My aunt holds out five fingers.
My aunt: Five. She wants to eat at five.
Me: That's so early! SH likes to eat at eight. We fight about it.
My aunt: And then go to bed on a full stomach? You city people.
* My aunt and uncle own and run a commercial stables and get up at 5 a.m. My uncle, who is 75 years old, rides every day. And walks two miles every day. Even though he has broken just about every bone in his body. Good genes. He, alas, is not the blood relation, although I have pretty good genes on my side. My grandmother, who died this summer, was 96, and was pretty healthy when she died. My grandfather died at 82, I think, and had his eggs and bacon in the morning. The smoking didn't do him much good, but he died at home.