My mother and miscellany

I refrained from posting about my mom for a long time. I didn't stew in silence; I've talked about it with many of you. And as many of you know, she disowned me on Mother's Day.

I could go into her reasons, but I won't. I could justify my thought processes and subsequent lack of action, but I won't.

I wish her the best. People have asked me what I'll do if she doesn't come to Brad's and my wedding. I have come to peace with the fact that she probably won't come. I haven't, however, come to peace with the fact that she might come.

I don't want her to come and act the way she did at our graduation cookout in May. I don't want her to make everyone else uncomfortable, and I don't want her to force other loved ones out of sharing in the moment. I don't want our special day to revolve around her.

But I want her there. Not so much for me (because I've always been the independent type--or so I tell myself), but for her. I don't want her absense to add to the darkness she is in.

I know one thing though. I'm not going to tiptoe around the issue any more.

Water shortage
When I woke up this morning, it worked just fine. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, watered the cats. When Brad woke up this morning, it did not.

"Did you pay the water bill?" he asks.

"Honey, it's included in rent, and we paid that."

Poor Brad. I hope the water is on when we get home. I need to do dishes...

Apendages no more
Our boys have appointments to have almost every dangly bit chopped off. We will drop them off next Friday morning at Dr. Peeple's office, where they will have their front claws removed along with their ability to reproduce. To make things worse, they have to get a few booster shots, too.

Poor boys. At least the daily barrage of my favorite cushy chair will end.