a peek inside the fishbowl

[ETA: photos]

Mother’s Day was wonderful. It always is. Here is a quick photographic summary:

1. Teeny daffodils in our garden!, 2. Poetry production in process!, 3. Trolling for lost blooms, 4. Blooms!, 5. Emma, 6. This is why I love her so, 7. Playing with Papa’s new RC speedboat, 8. My five dollar poem, 9. A skirt I should wear more often, 10. sparkly, 11. Emma is watering, 12. More blooms!

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I was awoken at 6:52 a.m., by one very excited little girl. Sarah had come in for a big hug and a cuddle. I don’t know how much time went by but her father eventually asked his squirmy daughter to vacate the premises and kindly suggested she trade the cuddles for a bit of CBC kids. She agreed. When the TV was turned on I heard Emma sneak down the stairs after her.

Amazingly enough I fell back asleep and didn’t hear Mark get up. In fact I was completely unconscious until 9:10 at which point I woke up to a jolly troop bearing breakfast in bed (for me!) as well as armfuls of cards and gifts.

Books! A refillable journal (with refill!)! The umbrella of my dreams!

After breakfast we went to ArtsPark. It was absolutely wonderful. We couldn’t go two minutes without seeing someone we know. It was so nice to see so many people there. The highlight for me was the Arc Poetry Magazine booth. They stationed two poets in front of two typewriters, and they were cranking out poems for a dollar. A dollar! And all I had to do was plunk down my money (which was being donated to a worthwhile cause) and pick a word or phrase out of a box.

What a bargain. So I put in a fiver (a dollar seemed much too measly to me) and this is what I got:

 

… an incredibly good deal. Don’t you think?

I might just have it framed.

After that we had some running around to do, but later we ended up at Mark’s parents where we did our fair share of lounging, and I read the paper. Mark made me his special mussel dish (with a very decadent cream/leek/garlic sauce) and later made us all steak and salad.

All in all it was a very nice day, except for the very end where I was lying on our couch, clutching my head and wondering why I drank two rum punches, followed by white AND red wine. But for that I only have myself to blame. But thank you Mark (and Emma and Sarah) for making another Mother’s Day so special. I love you all very much.