The Blackburn Digest

 ”Really, 007, I do wish you’d be more careful with the equipment!” (”Q” in various James Bond movies.)

The “Scarlet Lady” (my dream car) is sick, and I am not taking it at all well! Since I have been driving for 44 years, this obviously is not the first time I’ve experienced car trouble nor the first time I’ve left a car at a repair shop. Even the Lady has been in the capable hands of the Ancira-Winton Chevrolet service crew before. . .for a simple ignition relay problem. . .twice!  But - - - -well, this is different.

My ‘97 Camaro (the “Lady”) and I have formed a very strong bond; she’s sleek, fast, responsive, sporty and one of the few cars I am truly comfortable in. (Ironically, I think she’s probably one of the most uncomfortable rides most of my passengers have ever experienced. Her deep bucket seats can be a witch to get out of, and her back seats are designed for a four-year-old. LOL!)  Literally, I am more comfortable driving the Lady than I am walking, even with my braces and orthotics lending support and comfort.       

When your children are small and living at home, Mother’s Day is easily celebrated. With help from Dad, flowers appear. Handmade cards full of glitter, glue and love are proudly presented. Dinner is at a restaraunt, or Dad does kitchen duty.

When your children are grown up, with lives of their own, the celebration is more complicated. There are work schedules to be dealt with; often, there are spouses & in-laws, and your daughters may now be mothers, too. They may even live in another city (or state.)  A lucky Mom may receive a phone call, loving cards or e-cards; a really lucky Mom may even receive flowers delivered to her door.

I’m a Really, Really Lucky Mom, blessed with loving and creative children who lead busy lives within the same city I live in. Mother’s Day celebrations began on Friday, when my daughter (now Mom to nearly-two-month-old Sara) and son (on his day off) arrived with wonderful cards, beautiful flowers and even gifts.