Weekend by numbers: The happy and sad
2: Little boys that make me a mother and celebrated Mother's Day with me with the usual "Let's go to the beach and get sand in places where the sun don't shine" tradition.
(Try not to be dazzled by the glamour. But by all means, be as annoyed as I am that no one in the family likes looking at the camera.)
3: Plush animals that I discovered down and out in our family room. (Two of the penguins and a sea turtle from the back of the closet that has joined the daily menagerie.)
4: Pairs of shoes gathered at the beach.
6: Strings on the Les Paul-style Epiphone electric guitar my boys gave me for Mother's Day. Because all hip former-everything homemakers start music lessons in middle age. Right? (Or least they have husbands who think they should.)
Too many: Sorrows I have hearing about the death of a friend today after he fought cancer twice. It just doesn't seem to be the way he should have died. It shouldn't be the way anyone has to die.