Friday, May 11, 2007

Roses for a wonderful Mother

Saying for the Day- All people don't celebrate the same day or in the same way but they all celebrate.

Sunday is Mother’s Day. It is a day with problems. There are those who think we shouldn’t celebrate mothers because:
The mothers they had were not very good.
They have chosen not to be mothers and the day makes them feel guilty.
They can’t have children and the day makes them sad.
The American Florists invented the day to sell flowers.
There are, of course, other reasons for being against the day but these are the main ones. Each reason has a certain validity.
But this year I have decided that even though Betty is not my mother ( even if she sometimes acts as if she is) I am going to celebrate her.
She raised three great children ( one born on Mother’s Day).
She gave up her teaching job, which she loved, to be with them full time.
She continues to worry about them and care for them.
Now in past years I have let them celebrate the day. I always said “ Your not my mother”.
But this year I have ordered eighteen roses for her. She loves flowers.
The card says “ Your not my mother but I love you. John”
Sometimes there are people so wonderful you just have to celebrate them.
Betty is one of those people.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-the little town in my garage where the trains still run, dragons fly, and past and future merge .– Petrovich stopped in to Nancy’s coffee shop yesterday. He told her that he had two driblets , almost translated, that he was sure applied to Pigeon Falls. She reminded him of how wrong he was last year when he predicted the end of Pigeon Falls . His response was that that was just a bit of bad interpretation . Remember all the bad things that happened to the town at that time. They were quarantined . Buildings came and went. None of that was ever explained. So the dribblet and his interpretation were close to what happened. This time, he was sure of his interpretation as far as he had translated but he needed to finish the entire dribblet before he shares it. Nancy told him that nobody would believe him like the boy in the story that cried wolf too many times.
So Nancy took a little poll of her customers. Most of them thought Petrovich was some kind of nut but he was interesting. A few had never heard of him. In any case most would not believe him again.
So Petrovich has gone back to his study where he is pouring over the dribblets. First he has to translate from the old Russian and then he has to interpret what he has translated. Every once in awhile he says “ Aha” and then goes back to his task.
IS Petrovich on to something this time? Can the writings of a long dead Russian monk have anything to do with Pigeon Falls? Will they touch on the community dream? Will anybody listen? And is Tommy UK really the undertaker’s kid?
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Today's Link- Blather and More- The tragic end of some little birds. Leave a Dr. John in the comment and the cat will stay out of your nest.
Betty's flowers came and she was suprised and happy. In the afternoon we weny shopping. As usual we bought more than I expected. But Betty stayed within her list. Then Peter, Luke , and Bree came. They brought a van load of our junk from their garage where it was stored. Bree is staying over night. Tomorrw Pat and the boiys will come. Pete will bring another van load of our junk.Now I need a breating treatment.
GBYA

9 Comments:

Blogger Janvangogh said...

Cant believe that Petrovich thinks the dribblets apply to Pigeon Falls again WITHOUT finishing the translation. What if the last word in the whole interpretation ends up being --- "NOT!"

Hmmm. If Betty reads your blog before she gets the roses you might need to surprise her again without telling the whole world first. :-) Right Betty? ;-)

5:02 AM  
Anonymous loisontheweb said...

BRAVO TO YOU ... for expressing your love to the lovely person that is the mother to your children!

7:38 AM  
Blogger Margaret said...

That's so sweet and Betty is so wonderful. This will be my 4th Mother's Day and after suffering infertility until I was 35 - I am really going to embrace it.

Funny, how I remember hating the day once not so long ago.

8:41 AM  
Blogger Alpha Dude 1.5 said...

Hooray for betty.

So she's not your mother!
But...she chose YOU to make her a mother.

Pretty cool.

Blessings to you Dr. John.

9:36 AM  
Anonymous quilly said...

::waves::

Too tired to think of a snappy comment.

11:41 AM  
Blogger Josie said...

That was so sweet, it actually brought a little tear to my eye.

1:04 PM  
Blogger The Old Fart said...

This was a very nice post, wonderful to see how much you care for Betty.

A wonderful weekend is wished for you and may I wish Betty a Happy Mother's Day on your Blog.

Blessings to you both

3:06 PM  
Blogger Nea said...

How sweet...............i know this is a silly question, but why 18 roses. is there some significance.........why not 16 or 20........my mind worries about these kinds of things, best to ask, and not worry......haha

I agree, I may not be my husband's mother, but I think he better acknowledge mother's day, if he ever wants to eat another decent meal...... ;)

7:49 PM  
Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Yep!

3:53 AM  

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