The kids were happily playing, the mothers were chatting away, and I went for a nice run. I do that more often, but this time was a little different than usual. From a big skate park, I run a loop of about five kilometers through the neighborhood. It’s all mountain paths, with the occasional bit of asphalt. After about a kilometer, I came across a group of sheep. Just on the public road. There were about fifteen of them, I think, and five were little ones. Cute. I stopped for a moment and grabbed my phone to take a picture. One sheep walked up to me, and I thought, ‘Oh, how nice, I’ll pet him’.

Suddenly, I saw the sheep in much higher definition, and the rest of the surroundings blurred. I could only see that one sheep, and it was quite clear is wasn’t a sheep, it was a ram and I especially noticed its two enormous horns. Oh. At the speed of light, I understood that he needed to defend his offspring (from me), that I could easily avoid a risk of bodily harm, and that I’d better keep running. I started jogging again, and the angry ram came after me. What?! I sped up, fueled by adrenaline, and the ram finally stopped chasing me.

So in the end, a boring running route still gave me a fun story, and a nice adrenaline boost every now and then must also be healthy.

My mother-in-law’s (MIL) apartment is being painted. Time to remove unwanted shelves and screws from the wall so the whole wall looks nice and smooth. Some new holes were also drilled in the wall to move things to a better spot. Ana/MIL also wanted two paintings on the wall in one of the bedrooms. These had once been brought from Madrid by my MIL and had been lying neatly and safely in the closet all this time. They were made by one of Ana’s aunts, and they were two paintings with Chinese text/symbols on them.

The drilling went well. Plastic plug in the wall and a hook screwed on. Then I temporarily hung up the paintings so we could verify that everything was correct and I noticed something. Huh, the first painting had ‘ana maria’ written on the back. Funny. Then I saw the other one… ‘antonio’? That’s Ana’s ex. What?! Sometimes a story is just too good to let it rest. This was one of those stories.

Hey Ana, I finished hanging the two painting in your mothers bedroom, the ones with the chinese text for Ana Maria and Antonio.

When I told Ana, she immediately became defensive. It was a piece made by her aunt, the Chinese characters were unreadable, it didn’t mean anything, she never expected I would notice, blah blah. My MIL also claimed she never though about it. The whole story seemed completely normal to Ana and my MIL. That my MIL kept a relic from 20 years ago from one of Ana’s exes, brought it along on a trip from Madrid to Las Palmas, kept it in a closet for years, and then hung it prominently in the bedroom, apparently that wasn’t strange at all. Ana also thought it was perfectly normal. It was the artistic value of the work, and nothing else. Yeah sure.

Ofcourse I talked about the Antonio painting/situation a couple of times. When I mentioned it while we were meeting with a friend, it immediately became clear that I wasn’t the only one who found it odd. Even when I asked the AI the reply indicated it was just plain weird.

Now the whole situation has become tense. Removing them isn’t an option, because it was all so innocent and not strange at all, so why would you do anything about it. Leaving them hanging… well, if the family wants to have Ana’s name and the name of her ex on the wall, in Chinese characters, then sure, that’s possible. Apparently only the artistic value matters, and these paintings are apparently the only artistic value we have available. For me, all the typical MIL stereotypes start bubbling up.

The mother-in-law is stereotyped as bossy, unfriendly, hostile, nosy, overbearing and generally unpleasant. They are often depicted as the bane of the husband, who is married to the mother-in-law’s daughter.