A quiet weekend ahead. Asked Mom if she wanted to go to church with us, and she'll call tomorrow to let me know. Have to go to the store, buy flowers for the altar, and that's about it. I told my family that Mother's Day began tonight at sundown, so I already have a foot into the weekend.
Soaked some Morning Glory seeds last night, and hope to put them in the ground tomorrow. Rain is expected, so that should be in my favor. I've dragged my feet over gardening, just not having my heart in it. My 79 year old neighbor puts me to shame, especially since now she's borrowed our shovels and has tilled up ALL BY HERSELF an area about 8 feet square. There's not a weed to be seen in her garden. I've got a 4' square spot for vegetables and there it sits, barely tilled and acquiring weeds by the second. Not very impressive. Not very square either. More of a rounded-edge square. You get the idea. Clearing out a bed isn't my favorite thing. My favorite thing is to cut flowers to bring inside for an arrangement. I need me a gardener.
My strong suit is my perennials. Put most in about 8 years ago or so, and they continue to make me proud. Some bare spots need filling in, so maybe this weekend I can do that. My family tends to give me some flowers for Mother's Day, and that'll be what I occupy myself with on Sunday afternoon. Maybe. Maybe they'll give me some, and maybe I'll plant them if they do. Gary? :) Sundays tend to be nap-time in the afternoon, so we'll have to see. If Mom goes with us, the stress level will be tilted to the right a bit, so I figure we'll do stuff as it comes.
Oh, I will say this: The girls and I got Mom's groceries for the weekend today. Picked up youngest son, who spends Fridays with her, and cleaned up her house a bit. My mom and I got on so well. No tensions and a very sweet visit. Some days it just works. Prayer does its work again. I just have to let it go, avoid dragging up past grievances in my head, and allow my mom to be who she is. Her poor brain is so damaged, and I need to cut her some slack. I mean, really. I can walk around, and do what I want. She doesn't have that freedom, being locked into a life centered inside her house and not even all the rooms in her house. Even that's limited. I need to lay off.
That said, I'm praying for a restful weekend for all of us. I want her to feel blessed. It's hard to keep my head in the right place, but here's where baby steps come in.
Happy Mother's Day weekend.
