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MOTHER’S DAY WITH GOOFY SONS

Flowers. No. Chocolates. Not this year. Jewelry. Nope. New car. Not exactly. However…even better than all of those useless consumer excesses…I received enchiladas and new socks. And the enchiladas were especially prepared for me without meat. And the socks came from REI. I do have these fine sons who, if they thought for a minute I wanted flowers and chocolates would have showered me with said items. Probably. I mean I think they would have. Possibly. No, I’m sure they would have. I think. Love you guys, and actually you’re quite wonderful human beings. And I only like flowers embroidered on expensive jeans, butterscotch better than chocolate, jewelry…haven’t worn any since 1970…why start up with all those gaudy baubles now, already have a Focus and who could want more. So guys you are covered…though the jeans might be available at Nordstrom’s and Memorial Day is coming up…

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The Visitor

Uncle Scott and Sara who wonders what in the heck he is talking about...

Uncle Scott and Sara who wonders what in the heck he is talking about…

My good son Scott from San Diego comes to hang in his old stomping grounds every now and then. Now it’s with his mom and brother; back in actual stomping ground days, as I remember, he had more exciting friends.

It is always fun when he comes…and reassuring that he appreciates his mom who slaved over a hot stove cooking all those fine Kraft Mac and Cheese dinners.

We don’t do very much when he comes out. I try to think of the odd task or two like opening the olive oil bottle that has somehow stripped its bottle top gears or changing the unusual light bulb…you know the tough stuff. Eventually he’ll have to clean up the place and cook a three month supply of mush when he comes out but for now it’s not too complicated.

So we ate better-than-average New Mexican food a couple of times, watched Grand Budapest Hotel and I introduced him to Orange is the New Black, Downton Abbey and PBS Mystery. It’s sad how limited San Diegans are in their range of entertainment. I made him drink Earl Grey and eat small cookies during our Sunday evening British blowout. A good time was had by all. I think.

REALLY!?

REALLY!?

Steven waits outside Frontier for his brother to get the requisite Frontier posole and chile fix and some to go for deprived San Diegans.

Steven waits outside Frontier for his brother to get the requisite Frontier posole and chile fix and some to go for deprived San Diegans.

LIttle wait is worth it?

LIttle wait is worth it?

Mom and the Boys.

Mom and the Boys.

What more can one say? It's New Mexico.

What more can one say? It’s New Mexico.

Hard to do night shots without a good camera. But interesting sort of...

Hard to do night shots without a good camera. But interesting sort of…

Almost home or downtown or "the ghetto" as my Heights granddaughter calls it...

Almost home or downtown or “the ghetto” as my Heights granddaughter calls it…

 

This Week

The Boys in the Family: Scott, son Steven, bro Steven. In the dark Botswana night.

The Boys in the Family: Scott, son Steven, bro Steven. In the dark Botswana night.

From Paris to work to 24 hour bug to work again to tomorrow when my eldest son Scott will appear from San Diego for a visit with mommy and the bro. I am looking forward to a very nice weekend with talk and eating well and maybe some movies.

Meanwhile I am having a bit of an existential crisis. I keep saying my life henceforth is dedicated to becoming an effective writer—to legitimately label myself a writer. I want desperately to respond to the question of ‘what do you do’ with ‘writer.’

However being a writer implies that whatever I put out there for public consumption would have to be coherent, interesting and full of humor, intelligence or wisdom. Right?

So what to do about my blogs. Sometimes I’m quite proud of the contents of one or the other; other times I’m just putting words to screen because it’s become a habit, a regular part of my day—and I do like to write after all.

I must decide whether to keep this blog, Today X 365, as a sort of daily journal/diary or only ‘go public’ with offerings more cleanly edited and/or topics of broader interest or more vital subjects.

Ah yes, that time-worn question about the meaning of existence. Reduced slightly in my case to the meaning of blogs. Pathetic.

Let me just consider that food I mentioned (Scott will want New Mexican) and movies (seven Oscar nominations to go) and hanging out with my quite wonderful sons this weekend. I cannot be too worthless if I have these two fine, smart, hard-working, kind, interesting men as sons, yes? Good husbands, fathers, sons and, of course, liberal Democrats. I’ve raised liberals, therefore I am.

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