Yes I had a wonderful day. Mother's Day has passed - I know - but it only took me this long to polish and finish this post. Bear with me. It would be nice if everyday were Mother's day! So let's pretend. Let's go back to that day, shall we? Cue music.
My mother was over for the weekend. I picked her up on Saturday afternoon, after I managed to post a story for critique and she stayed over until Sunday, Mother's day. We finished the weekend off at my brother's house and visits from two of my adorable grand-nieces and nephews and nieces.
My mother hasn't been over for the weekend in a long time. The little time I have on the weekend I've been busy writing my opus and I thought it was time - plus it was Mother's Day. When it comes to writing, I feel like I have the Devil at my heels and I must outwit him. Now that I've finally accepted that I'm a writer, an artist, and I will do whatever I can to reach my dream of having something published, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. My fantasy is being fed by the most horrible things I imagine will happen and so I'm frantically writing away.
Mother's Day was predicted to be a beautiful weekend and it was. So off I went to pick Mom so she can get to do the two things she loves most: eating and shopping. I first took her to the Chinese Buffet -- she loves the buffet (so do I-and I only indulge when she's with me), shopped for lemons and other assorted vegetables (she's going to kill me if she reads this!), and other odds and ends. We have to stop at every Odd Job and every Dollar Store in the vicinity otherwise she doesn't feel the weekend was productive. She loves cups and pots - fascinated by them. The smaller the better. She must have hundreds in her cupboard by now! But we had a great time - that's all that matters. The perfect ending was seeing both of my grand-nieces in one day. What smart and wonderful little girls they are!
Unfortunately all good things must end and it was back to reality. There was laundry to be done and I hurried to do it before 11:00 pm while still struggling with what I had written earlier in the day. Reality intruded on my fantasy: my short stories still stink - okay maybe stink is too strong a word - and I have a long way to go. There's so much I need to re-learn. I feel like I've been asleep for thirty years and I've just woken up. At one time I was sure of my grammar, and now? I feel wholly inadequate and I need to play catch-up and revisit everything I think I know. How rusty I've become! It's as if I purposely forgot everything so I had a ready excuse not to write. I need practice and more practice. Oh Well.
As soon as I came home I threw a load of laundry in the washing machine and there I was waiting for the dryer to finish. Then it was off to bed. Another day awaited. How was your Mother's Day?
A Picture I Took By My Bus Stop (I will have to look up the name)
I think these are Clematis (but don't quote me!) - This picture was taken by my bus stop
I worked.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear it but I hope you were still pampered... :)
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