A quarter of a century later...

Rather than bury Mom the day before Mother’s Day, we’re going to do it the day after my birthday. Yay. That means that:

• I’m going to spend my birthday getting the house ready for all kinds of company.


• The whole family is going to miss my day sponsorship message for which we donated $365 to the public radio station.


• Brooke and I can’t help a friend unload a shipment of furniture and fun from her family home.


• I’m going to turn 25 with my mother still in cold storage.

In the midst of the burial scheduling quandary, we all seemed to forget about my birthday. I didn’t. Not really. I realized at one point that it was either going to be Mother’s Day weekend or my birthday weekend, and either way, it wasn’t going to be fun, so what the hell. Who cares.