A few days later...I had a lovely mother's day on Sunday. I woke up with a fat cat hogging the pillow, and I had a leisurely breakfast and a cup or two of coffee. Then Eustacia woke up and gave me the picture she had painted and hidden until the big day. Cute, huh? The sunset-sky is so well blended, I think I need to ask her for a painting lesson.
We watched a movie together—Bedtime Stories, which is one of the worst "family" movies ever made. Movie makers must think families are morons. Then we had a leisurely lunch of chicken salad and grapes. Then we went to a little show put on by a local dance studio with a jazz trio in the background for the first part. It was cute, but we felt a little weird when we realized we were probably the only people in the audience not related to any of the dancers. Then I called my mother. Then No. 1 called me from California and sent me flowers via Facebook. Then we drove out to the lake for dinner. Then we came back home and watched another movie—Last Chance Harvey with Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thompson. It was much better than the first movie of the day. I like that Emma Thompson can be taken seriously and put in a romantic role and still be allowed to look like your average slightly overweight middle-aged woman.
I knitted two baby hats for charity, failed at a crossword puzzle and brushed the cats. I had two articles in Small Town Newspaper (one of them is here), and I had a lovely day being happy that I'm a mother.