Dad's birthday was good, he tolerated the noise well and he demolished his cake and ice cream. ( I think that was the only part he enjoyed.) We managed to behave ourselves at the hotel (we had a little lobby cocktail party...) but I think we are too old to make too much noise. My sisters and I took some flowers out to the cemetery and wished Mom a happy Mother's Day. It was nice to be able to do that - I live halfway across the country and don't get to do that, so that was actually pretty nice. I miss her every day, and talk to her about as often. I have learned that a mother's love never dies, it just changes - and deepens. Honest.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Delayed Gratification
Okay, so I'm about 3/4 of the through my road trip and I made the mistake of checking my email. The PORSCHE SCREW for my Bernina (that I thought would be waiting for me by the time I got back home) has been....... back-ordered. I have invented 3 new swear words.
Dad's birthday was good, he tolerated the noise well and he demolished his cake and ice cream. ( I think that was the only part he enjoyed.) We managed to behave ourselves at the hotel (we had a little lobby cocktail party...) but I think we are too old to make too much noise. My sisters and I took some flowers out to the cemetery and wished Mom a happy Mother's Day. It was nice to be able to do that - I live halfway across the country and don't get to do that, so that was actually pretty nice. I miss her every day, and talk to her about as often. I have learned that a mother's love never dies, it just changes - and deepens. Honest.
Dad's birthday was good, he tolerated the noise well and he demolished his cake and ice cream. ( I think that was the only part he enjoyed.) We managed to behave ourselves at the hotel (we had a little lobby cocktail party...) but I think we are too old to make too much noise. My sisters and I took some flowers out to the cemetery and wished Mom a happy Mother's Day. It was nice to be able to do that - I live halfway across the country and don't get to do that, so that was actually pretty nice. I miss her every day, and talk to her about as often. I have learned that a mother's love never dies, it just changes - and deepens. Honest.
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