Mothers Day

Waking up on mothers day is always a little hard since mom died. So Frank and I always reflect a little on how wonderful our mothers were and how grateful we are to have had them. This always inspires me to be grateful of my surroundings and what I have been given and I always enjoy the day. So this mothers day was gorgeous the weather was perfect and I couldn't wait to walk the dogs. Marveling at the beauty of my neighborhood even though it's still quite transitional there is so much to enjoy. So many beautiful trees and flowers. Some people take quite a bit of care with there lawns others don't but there still some charm to that. As I'm walking I encounter a large woman(or man) headed towards me dressed in a black fishnet dress over bra & thong with knee high black boots carrying a bouquet of read heart balloons. She darts behind a rundown fourplex and hides out until I have passed. It left me wondering. Was this a mothers day early morning surprise or just a hooker with a gimmick. I ponder this for a while and continue my day. As I arrive at work one of my managers Claudia, who's always quite dramatic has fallen been burned and been cut all in three different interactions. She's crying and upset, she's also another mother who has not getting what she needs from her child. As are many of our customers on this the day of "mothers". I try to sooth her and move on, one thing after another the day falls into chaos and turmoil, unsatisfied guests who want more, angry mothers who wanted to go elsewhere but there cheap kids brought them here. Adult children still fighting for mothers love trying to make everything perfect. Sibling rivalry on steroids causing brother to fight brother. Jeez I cant wait for this to end. As the day progresses things quite down and a calm takes over, the breeze picks up and the ocean smells sweet. Mom has come to make it all better and all is well in my world. I love you Mom.

Why do you ask?

So yesterday I had to stop and buy plates for the cafe. We've been buying from the same place and person for almost 20 years now and I have built a decent and professional relationship with the shop keeper. So I thought today would be just like any other. Funny thing is I didn't realize this actually began a couple of months ago when I ran into "Ted" (discreet name change) while I was walking my dogs. He kindly beeped his horn and said "hello". Then a couple of days later he left me a voicemail that he needed to speak with me and I promptly returned his call. When I asked what he needed he told me he forgot. I thought, even then that was a bit strange since I had no orders and no outstanding bills. Well yesterday it all kinda came together. When I arrived my order was already packed and ready and he asked me into his office and closed the door behind us. Something he has never done before. He then said"May I ask you a personal question?" "Sure" I said, not being one to have many secrets. "Are you gay?" I was a little taken aback because our conversations over the years have never been anything but work oriented. "Yes, why do you ask are you?" I replied. "I'm not sure"he said. "I'm looking for someone to do it with so I can be sure. Do you know of anyone I can do it with?" My face turned bright red as I scrambled for some sort of halfway sensitive reply. "Well not right off the top of my head" I said. Thinking why is this 70 year old man with a skin condition on his nose and a 20 year professional relationship asking me this. Does he want me to do it with him? Why me? Am I putting off some kind of scent? I suggested that he hit one of the local gay bars but he said that would not do. He didn't want the Mrs. finding out. Oh No! I can't take much more, I thought. "Well good luck on your hunt" I said as I gathered my dishes and headed for the exit. Now I have to find a new place for plates. :(