Happy Mother’s Day to moms, daughters, sisters, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, aunts, nieces, cousins, and women who have stood in for any of those.
D2 called last night, and we visited for over an hour. D1 will zoom this evening. The cats were informed that this is MY day, not theirs. They firmly disagreed; every day is Cat’s Day.
Husband cleaned my car inside and out, bought new cushions for my swing on the patio, brought me a mixed bouquet from the farm, and made breakfast, coached all the way. I’m useless when it comes to any sort of growing things while he has no kitchen talents at all. He can do three things by himself: scramble eggs, make coffee, and heat up a can of soup. He couldn’t do any of those when we got married, not even the soup as he proved on his first two attempts; he thought it had to boil, as in “over”.
Breakfast: mushrooms sautéed in butter, eggs with ham bits, green onions, parsley, shredded Swiss and gruyere, toast, and coffee. He gets points for effort and following directions, and everything was mostly done right. Mouth zipped where there could have been improvements.
I’ve been laughing all week about all the ads for suggested gifts for Mother’s Day. I didn’t see anything I wanted or needed, just lots of stuff I don’t. I’ve reminded husband how lucky he is that I’m just not into STUFF.