Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Wow, what a Mother's Day had I!
To begin with, it lasted two days. Big kiddo, my son, came up on Saturday, with this huge box under his arm. In addition to his card and a Blick gift card, guaranteed to bring glee to this artist, he brought pictures of himself and his new love, and a plethora of gifts SHE sent to me, in gratitude for my son. Art books! Watercolor paper, D'Arches, the best! A necklace she made herself! What a sweet gal. Then we took Punk and went to In and Out for lunch, just about my favorite fast food in the world. And he accompanied me to my mother's for the afternoon, and that was his best gift. I was spared being the solitary target. In actuality, she was gracious and grateful. Who are you and what have you done with my mother? On Sunday, little kiddo and her new husband arrived with peonies (currently being immortalized in pastels), sweet journals, and roobios soap, and we climbed into her Mini Cooper to sojourn over to Montgomery Villlage for brunch at Viola. No reservation, and it was bursting at the seams, but, wouldn't you know, someone didn't wait and we got a table lickety split for a lovely meal together, and some catching up after their latest world junket to South Africa. I am so blessed with these wonderful kids. And best of all, they all adored the Punk. No one has been that enamored of my dogs till now. This baby just has it all - cuteness, personality, affability that just disarms even the most diligent curmudgeon. Motherhood - it rocks.