The ‘mini-drygoods/dimestore’ across the street that daily opens at 10:30, has opened at 7 am today. It’s all about the flowers. The storefront and 5 feet of sidewalk resembles a picture post card of an Amsterdam flowerstall. Available are lovely bouquets for all reluctants that feel guilt at the last moment… They’re doing a land office business.
Saturday at the local post office, a late 40’s female new yorker – an assessment made on accent and dress- was trying to mail a package to Florida. [Trying because she was changing out boxes trying to fit the dress hanger in as well.] She volunteered to the postal clerk that it was for mother’s day. He offered her a variety of expedited services. She refused them all with the comment, ‘she’ll get it when it arrives’. ‘That will be next Thursday’, he replied. ‘Fine’ she said. My take? Not much love loss there.
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I spent Mother’s Day afternoon with the 82-year old cousin because I didn’t want her to be alone. She expects attention on any date that resembles a holiday — even the long-ago-anniversaries of dead pets. You can imagine the potential for emotional disaster of inattention on Mother’s Day! Her son faxed a hand-written greeting; daughter continues silence.