Of course you're dying to know. Okay, maybe not.
I can't really wrap my head around Mother's Day. Never have. It's about my Mom, not me, and even though she's been gone 12 years, the torch has not been passed. I let the boys off easy; Hallmark can guilt the rest of the world, but not in here.
Ari told me that his friend, Ben, had to give his Mom two hours of gardening help in lieu of a gift. He thought this was hilarious until I reminded him he had to cut the grass. I had to make a video for a school presentation taking place at a school board up north, so I told him he had to help me. It's about helping kids deal with mental illness, and I'm their pep talk. I know, I know. Hush. When we were done, Ari had to save it to send to the video. He named it 'Sad People Video' and didn't understand why I fell off my chair laughing.
My 'director' was bored and easily distracted, and at one point, while making a perfect take of an imperfect reading, a cat tumbled off of something and scribbled around on the hardwood. Take Two.
I finally asked what they wanted for dinner. Ari said "well, it's Mother's Day, so anything you want". As in, 'anything I want to make'. A neighbour came over to pay Christer for some grunt work he'd done the other day (if you have large, immobile objects that need moving, you call Christer; he is big and strong and works like a bull), and handed him a wad of cash. Christer handed it to me and said "go get dinner. Happy Mother's Day".
I didn't want restaurant. It's the third worst day of the year to go to a restaurant. The first is New Year's, the second is Valentine's. I've only heard this, of course. It's been eons since I was out for either. Instead, Ari grabbed my mouse and pulled up a recipe. "Remember we want to try this?" he asked. I sorta remember him asking for this. Spaghetti Carbonara. I remembered recently thinking we should try this, but I don't like bacon, so dismissed it. I don't like recipes. I don't like rules.
I just made Spaghetti Carbonara. I used the recipe. I followed the rules. It worked. I still don't like bacon.
Happy Mother's Day.