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Mother's Day, take one
It was a bit odd, being in the middle of it for the first time, having claim on this holiday myself by virtue of the work I've been doing this last year or so, while still having all of the usual obligations.
I asked for flowers for myself, and got them: My favorite combination, irises and roses and stargazer lilies in a beautiful green glass vase delivered on Friday night, with a little card from Rhys that read: "Thanks for the milk, and the pureed green peas, and the fuzzy bunz, and the cuddles when I can't get to sleep, and the singing, and the pretty inchworm, and the whole world." Bard tells me that he helped Rhys order the flowers on the internet, and that he had a lot more to say, but they only had 200 characters. I noted that Rhys' typing looked better than usual, to which any of you who've ever gotten an IM from him can attest, but Bard said he cleaned it up for him. I love flowers. If all I ever received for gifts ever again were lots of vases of flowers, I'd probably be happy, although since I often look on gifts as keepsakes, I suppose I'd be needing to get them pretty constantly. :)
Still, on Friday the baby and I took the two hour drive down to my mother's house, armed with a T-shirt printed with his face on it and "I love my grandma". She's been really good to us since the baby was born, and I thought it was important to go. She gave Rhys a Veggie Tales CD she'd had customized for him while she was on vacation ("It's only got one 'Jesus' in it, so it's not so bad", she told me). I found that an odd choice, but I guess having one set of "big daddy in the sky loves me" monotheistic music sung by giant tomatoes isn't a problem, in the name of philosophical diversity.
Saturday was mostly practical, though Bard and Rhys took me to an early Mother's Day lunch in a restaurant apparently managed by the new boyfriend of someone in our UU Fellowship, who kept wanting to stop by and argue philosophy in the middle of it. Still, I ate stuffed clams, so all was well.
Sunday we drove again, this time out to my stepmom's, for the same Mother's Day barbecue we usually have. Bard got overly complimented on the short haircut he got by mistake, and we ate steak and complained about my absent brother's wife, as usual. We also looked through the course choices for my little sister, who is starting college in the fall. We looked particularly at the freshman writing seminar choices, which were included marvelous things in comparative religion and gender theory and philosophy of magic and the relationship of music and worldviews it came from and....I'd give anything to be obligated to think about that kind of stuff as my work for a while again. So envious. I think she may have been disturbed by my level of enthusiasm for some od this stuff. Perhaps I should look into taking a community college class in the fall, if I'm not back to work.
I take back what I said before. I need two kinds of presents to be happy: lots of flowers, and people coming to see me without me having to drive. The rest is just a bonus.
I asked for flowers for myself, and got them: My favorite combination, irises and roses and stargazer lilies in a beautiful green glass vase delivered on Friday night, with a little card from Rhys that read: "Thanks for the milk, and the pureed green peas, and the fuzzy bunz, and the cuddles when I can't get to sleep, and the singing, and the pretty inchworm, and the whole world." Bard tells me that he helped Rhys order the flowers on the internet, and that he had a lot more to say, but they only had 200 characters. I noted that Rhys' typing looked better than usual, to which any of you who've ever gotten an IM from him can attest, but Bard said he cleaned it up for him. I love flowers. If all I ever received for gifts ever again were lots of vases of flowers, I'd probably be happy, although since I often look on gifts as keepsakes, I suppose I'd be needing to get them pretty constantly. :)
Still, on Friday the baby and I took the two hour drive down to my mother's house, armed with a T-shirt printed with his face on it and "I love my grandma". She's been really good to us since the baby was born, and I thought it was important to go. She gave Rhys a Veggie Tales CD she'd had customized for him while she was on vacation ("It's only got one 'Jesus' in it, so it's not so bad", she told me). I found that an odd choice, but I guess having one set of "big daddy in the sky loves me" monotheistic music sung by giant tomatoes isn't a problem, in the name of philosophical diversity.
Saturday was mostly practical, though Bard and Rhys took me to an early Mother's Day lunch in a restaurant apparently managed by the new boyfriend of someone in our UU Fellowship, who kept wanting to stop by and argue philosophy in the middle of it. Still, I ate stuffed clams, so all was well.
Sunday we drove again, this time out to my stepmom's, for the same Mother's Day barbecue we usually have. Bard got overly complimented on the short haircut he got by mistake, and we ate steak and complained about my absent brother's wife, as usual. We also looked through the course choices for my little sister, who is starting college in the fall. We looked particularly at the freshman writing seminar choices, which were included marvelous things in comparative religion and gender theory and philosophy of magic and the relationship of music and worldviews it came from and....I'd give anything to be obligated to think about that kind of stuff as my work for a while again. So envious. I think she may have been disturbed by my level of enthusiasm for some od this stuff. Perhaps I should look into taking a community college class in the fall, if I'm not back to work.
I take back what I said before. I need two kinds of presents to be happy: lots of flowers, and people coming to see me without me having to drive. The rest is just a bonus.
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I agree on the folk coming over part. For a parent, it's a really good thing, as going somewhere with kids is always a pain.