happy mother's day

may 13 - 2007

I’ve had an absolutely wonderful mothers day weekend so far - friday ray took me golfing at cottonwood and then i went to the chocolate fastasy buffet at the medicine hat lodge with my daughter - we had fun blowing bubbles, sharing stories and the guest speaker Dr. Dembe was inspiring - then on saturday i went fishing with family and friends out at 40 mile and i got hand picked wild flowers in a recycled vase - that was for our anniversary - but i have been waiting for days to open a mother’s day present that my daughter has been tormenting me with by leaving out on the kitchen table - i really don’t care what’s inside - it’s the wrapping paper that i can’t wait to frame and hang up - she made a collage of pictures of her and her brother from when they were babies, toddlers and teens - and a few pictures with me in them too - from the 80’s, 90’s and this year’s annual ski trip. after work we’ll be going to dinner with ray’s mum and dad and then the evening will be spent on the phone with my sisters and own mother - oh - and i forgot to mention - thursday was spent doing yard work and ray got me a lawnmower - i consider it a mothers day gift - now that may not be romantic and is up there with getting a vaccum or kitchen utensils - but it’s what i needed - and now i just got this email from my friend tracey - that makes me laugh - in the middle of an extra long day spent at work - on a day when i would really rather not be here.

The Broken Mower

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

Moral to this story : Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.