Whining.

[camwyn]

Gave Mom her Mother's Day present this morning. That was good; she's sick, and it was good to see her smile.

Drove to church. Listened to a song that reminded me of some stuff from college. Burst into tears; spent the next ten minutes working on getting the sniffles under control. Managed.

Mass had a May Crowning. I can't stand those. The hymns associated with May Crownings are some of the worst-written I've ever heard, both in terms of lyrics and in terms of singability- some of us aren't second sopranos, you know!- and I never really saw the point of sticking a wreath on a statue anyway. I seem to recall that was a no-no in the Old Testament, too, and have yet to find a representative of the Church who can satisfactorily demonstrate why May Crownings are any different from acts of goddess worship. Besides, I don't like flowers. They belong on the plant, not cut off and stuck somewhere to briefly look pretty, then die.

My sister came to visit for Mother's Day. Brought Mom a cookbook- the same one I'd given Mom this morning; we didn't know what the other was buying- and a bunch of flowers. I went to get a vase for the flowers and managed to knock over a glass candlestick that then knocked over a bunch of other stuff. My sister spent twenty minutes cleaning up the laundry room while I bled into the sink and bandaged three of the fingers on my left hand.

And Grandpa's not coming.

I never liked sharing my birthday with Mother's Day to begin with. Yeah, it only happens every few years, but I wish it didn't work out that way at all.

End whine.