Mother

Deb came by a little while ago to take The D to lunch and to the cemetery. She bought flowers. Pink carnations, pink roses and baby's breath. I asked her if I could have a few of them. After all, they'll just wilt on the grave. I took 2/3 of them, hoping I didn't seem irreverant to her or The D. I wasn't up to going, so I stood in the driveway and waved goodbye. I headed to the kitchen with the flowers I'd kept. Miraculously found my ribbon stash. Decided to use 2 milk glass vases and an old milk bottle - Mother collected them. I cut and arranged with abandon. One for Deb (with the most flowers), one for The D, and a simple, single rose for me.

I'm happy with the results. I hope Deb and The D will be, too.

It's been a sweet day with Kiddo. He made a Mother's day card for me. Signed it Debbie. Because, for some strange reason, when I'm around them both, I call get their names mixed up. It's a Daddler thing, I suppose.

I ran a mile or so and stopped by the playground for a quick swing. Tried monkey bars but abandoned it after the first rung.

Saw neighbors in their yard taking pictures. It's a thing I do to ask if they want everyone in the picture. They were delighted. I told them we were neighbors. Very sweet.

They were in their Sunday Best and I was all sweaty in obscenely short and tight running shorts. Only thing I could come up with. Oh, well.

Got home and Kiddo was up. He wanted me to ride with him. Teach him how to drive a stick. I think I'll let him take my Subaru to college this fall. AWD and antilock breaks give me comfort. That means I'll be stuck in the minivan. The sacrifices...

He was terrible in first. Damn, I think I got whiplash. Bless his heart. It's kinda tough. We drove up to the GreenLine and there was a cop at the crossing. Kiddo stalled out about 5 times and I explained that he was learning. No arrests ensued.

So here I sit. Deb has the D. Kiddo's practicing the stick shift. And I'm blogging. And trying not to miss mother. Or dude.

Can't wait to give Deb her little bouquet of roses and carnations. And put a vase by The D's bed. And a simple rose by mine.

I think I'll head to the shower. I'm feeling sweaty and gross.

Hope your M-Day is wonderful. Mine could be lot worse...