Mother's Day, Mostly

I had a friend many many years ago who fell in with some sort of odd cult that believed that the increase in earth disasters was a portent of the end of the world. She'd show us charts and graphs and data that proved it.

I wonder what she's thinking now. I mean, what the hell is happening? Cyclones in southeast Asia, earthquakes in China, fires in Florida, tornadoes in the midwest, monsoons in the mid-Atlantic -- Mother Nature is really out of control. My heart goes out to everyone who's been affected. I just had to deal with torrential rain and heavy flooding; I can't imagine being left with nothing, including clean water and food.

So. The dinner on Friday night with my sisters and brother went fine. We talked over everything and decided that we'd consult an elder attorney to see if we have any options other selling Mom's house. We also decided that my brother would be the spokesman because Mom actually listens to him. (Ah, the power of the penis!)

On Saturday we all convened at a restaurant that Mom likes. After eating and chatting, my brother brought it up and told Mom what we had decided. She admitted that selling her house would break her heart, but my brother was masterful. He explained, clearly but gently, that she really couldn't be by herself anymore, she was just too frail. It was our responsibility, he said, to make sure she had good care.

And, miracle of miracles, she agreed. I have a feeling she's still hanging on to the hope that somehow she'll be able to keep the house. We'll see what the lawyer says, but I have my doubts.

Mother's Day was lovely. Joe surprised me with a dozen lovely, pale pink roses -- what a guy! -- and SonnyeBoy checked in later with further tales of fun, including sighting a vanity license plate  that read "MLFHNTR*," which I got immediately. Evidently the little old lady who approves the plates did not.

We spent most of the day with Mom, just Joe and me this time. We borrowed a wheelchair from the nursing home, loaded it (and her) into the car, and tootled off to the mall. We had a very nice lunch. Then we rolled over to LL Bean, where Mom actually shopped from the comfort of the wheelchair. She exclaimed over the high prices while I showed her every pair of white pants in the store. We finally settled on a nice pair of capris, a gorgeous sweater in deep rose, and a pretty pink striped shirt for her Mother's Day present.

We got back to her place, put the new duds away, and bid her farewell. We got home just before the monsoon hit, which brings us back to earth disasters, and my feeling that I am really very, very lucky.

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*MLFHNTR = MILF** Hunter.

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**MILF = Mom I'd Like to Fuck. Such a compliment!

Comments

[Joanne]

Happy Mother's Day. Glad yours was wonderful!

[kitty]

Hope you had a wonderful Mother's day, Boz.

That's always such a tough thing to do, convince your mom it's time to sell the house. An empty house gets run down so quickly.

[Stephanie]

I'm glad you had a nice Mother's Day. You deserve it!

[l'empress]

I still have a friend who firmly believes that disasters are either (1)a punishment for the way we are living or (2) a result of shooting off too many space shots. I asked her, if it's punishment, why don't the disasters ever hit Washington, DC, or maybe Crawford, TX. She conceded I had a point, but there's still all that space stuff.

I suggested maybe it had to do with global warming -- I have no proof of that but I wanted to see what she'd say. Uh huh, *that* is just a myth!