We did it again. We couldn’t help ourselves. What wanton behavior!
We–all in search for some Mother’s Day fun–headed back to Marquette.
(“Back to Marquette?” you think, frowning, “Can’t they stay home? What’s the matter with them? Aren’t they thinking about frivolous wasting of precious gasoline? Wasn’t she just in Marquette—yesterday?”)
Yes, it’s shameful. And it’s all Barry’s fault. Well, not all Barry’s fault. I must take half the blame. But he suggested it first. He–I mean we–were kinda restless this morning. And it got worse around lunchtime. We started plotting about where we could possibly go. And the answer kept insisting: Marquette. Let’s go play in Marquette. Go out for a Mother’s Day lunch/dinner.
Faster than you could say, “get the keys” we jumped in the old maroon Buick (which no longer features heat) and headed out across snow-country toward the Big City.
Snow totals: only an inch or two. He insisted I get out of the car and photograph it.
Somewhere around Michigamme I spotted it. A lone Canadian goose sitting on a rock. “Pull over! Pull over!” I insisted. He obliged. We were off on a Wild Goose Chase.
First we slid down a small hill, staying upright, thank you kindly. We followed railroad tracks for maybe a quarter or half mile. I prayed the goose would remain on his or her rock. Once I suggested we hike through the swamp for faster approach, but that was not a good idea. We immediately discovered the possibility of soaking our toes and sneakers and returned to the tracks.
Fortunately the goose still sat on the rock! It did not glide gracefully into the river until after the photograph. Afterwards we wondered if our little adventure was “worth it”.
“Don’t you feel invigorated now?” I asked Barry. He raised an eyebrow, but admitted he did.
We jumped back in the car.
Next interesting sight: a bike in a tree. Actually, we’ve both seen this bike for years. This was obviously the appropriate moment to photograph it. Wonder why anyone put it up in the tree? Three guesses?
On we traveled. We eventually ended up in Sweetwater Cafe for dinner. It was filled with mothers and children celebrating the holiday. See the sign on the table?
It says: “A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”
I am feeling so grateful today for:
1) the best mother in the whole wide world. I love her so much! Mom, hope you had a wonderful day. Just wish we could have been with you to celebrate. It was great talking to you on the phone, though.
2) the best children in the whole wide world. (Hmmm, doesn’t that sound just like a mom?) I’ve heard from them both today. Delightful phone calls from Manhattan and San Diego. Plus Kiah sent me a virtual slide show of her walk in Central Park called “A Walk with my Mama”. I cried when viewing it. It was amazing.
3) If that’s not enough: a wonderful mother-in-law. One who actually reads this blog! One who always gives so much of herself. No mother-in-law jokes from me! I actually got a wonderful friend in the marriage bargain.
4) I am also thinking right now of my grandmas. Missing them. Loving them. Remembering the gifts they shared with all of us.
I hope everyone had a good mama’s day! Did you all get to spend time with your mothers or children or spouses or friends? Or did you go on some wild goose chase through snow and railroad tracks? What did you do today?