To plan for Mother’s Day, Sis and I did what we usually do. We asked Mom what she wanted to do, knowing there was a high likelihood she would say what she usually says, which is that she doesn't really want to do anything. It is my understanding from a very unscientific survey of a small group of mothers with which I am acquainted that it is the sentiment of many mothers that they would just like to stay home in a quiet house and not be bothered. Despite the maternal guidance, Sis and I did what we usually do and made a plan anyway. I guess it’s not that different from when Mom was a younger mother and we were younger kids and we didn’t listen to her then, either.
We invaded Mom's house for a low-key day. We drank coffee and ate and talked for several hours. My
sister had stories of the latest workplace drama which are always funny when
she tells them. My niece was in a wedding yesterday and had stories and photos
to share. As a mostly antisocial, unemployed, self-directed sweat shop
operator/worker with no colleagues, I didn’t really have any good stories to share.
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| Kiki at the window, May 10, 2026. |
Later, my delightful feline fur baby posed in the window
long enough for me to take her picture. It had thundered and rained earlier and
the grass was lush and green and the pavement was still wet in places, and she
surveyed the yard beyond. She’d probably have more fun looking out back to the
woods with all the critters which included a groundhog this morning, but she
doesn’t seem to know that area exists.

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