Sunday, May 14, 2017
Mother's Day. I was going to use another photo today before I remembered. Lucky I had this one. On this day we idealize motherhood. Ili and I went to see her mother yesterday. We will see mine today. The weekend will have been consumed.
I assume Facebook will be full of mother's day material, those who love their moms, those who miss them.
I wonder how President Macron celebrates the day? Oooo. . . too much?
It makes me wonder, too, about how we celebrate that relationship in light of the Tennessee teacher who took his 15 year old student on a cross-country adventure. Both were 15 when they had the affair with their teachers.
Life is full of weirdness.
I don't think I got my mother the present that she thinks I've gotten her. I think she thinks I am getting her a laptop computer. She is too excited to get it. Once again, I will be the disappointing son. I am an only child, so she is stuck.
I like Lilly Pulitzer dresses to a surprising degree. I don't think the dress in this picture is one, though. I love the striped tights, however. I wish I'd had a pair of those for the old photo series.
Ah, well, I've given up on such things now.
The cable man comes at ten and my mother comes at noon, so I must get a move on.
Get a move on. Jesus. What crap rattles around in this brain.
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