Mother's Day is a nothing burger to me these days, like Father's Day. My parents have now been dead for more than a decade. I, myself, am neither a mother or a father. I am a little annoyed that my Sunday brunch is crowded out by interlopers but whatever. When strangers call out Happy Mother's Day to me, I just say thank you. I don't really care about any of it one way or the other.
My strongest Mother's Day memory is one of church.Regardless of our lack of interest, my parents marched us there every single Sunday. For much of my growing up we attended the First Christian Church in Winston-Salem. It was kind of Presbyterian-ish and not a lot of pomp or formality but, on Mother's Day they handed out carnations to everyone. You got a red one if you mother was alive and a white one if your mother was dead. So I would spend the entire service conjuring on who had dead mothers and who didn't. It was weird then and it has not lost one bit of that weird as I think about it now.
So no brunch today but I need to walk. No brunch to walk to and from. I'm thinking it might be a good day to Costco walk. I think I'll plan on getting there when they open at 10 and do the park at the end of the lot thing and then walk the aisles. I don't want or need anything so I can just walk around at some speed in comfort. But, I do need to get there and get back before the baseball traffic chokes my route.
The Mariners have won two games in a row (BFD with this team) and the world's best pitcher is pitching today so I'm guessing that there will be a lot of Mother's Day baseball attending today. But, if I get out of there before 11 and take the non-direct route, I'll be ok.
But, first, I think I'll make my own brunch here. I got some English muffins at the grocery store yesterday so today's breakfast will be FANCY!!