Mother's Day 2020

Mother's Day looked a little different this year due to the current Pandemic.  There were no church services and my family ate outside.  The day started out super chilly with record breaking low temperatures.  Thankfully, it warmed up enough (70, breezy) to eat outside.  

Historically, there was a tradition called a Mother's Day corsage.  When I was a little girl, everyone  wore a pinned flower to their church clothes on Mother's Day.  If your mother was deceased, you wore a white flower.  If your mother was alive, you wore a red or a pink flower.  I  always enjoyed going outside to cut a red flower to wear on Mother's Day.  While this is such a fun memory, I think it is a good idea that it has faded away.  

Our church has been having car parades for all of our senior citizens during the quarantine.  My parents live off of a busy road so for their parade, they joined other seniors who live on busy roads and met at the church.  I drove Mom and Dad to the parking lot and we all enjoyed seeing our pastors and other church members drive by in their cars and say hello.  It was much needed and brought a smile to our faces.  Mom and Dad were even given a cake to enjoy from one of the members.  

Here's Mom waiting on the parade...

When we returned home, the cat (that is not their cat) came in for a visit.

If you read my blog when Daniel was younger, please note that he still likes to carry light bulbs around.

Blossom and Balto went to the groomer on Saturday and both came home bloody!  Balto had a sebaceous cyst erupt while there and Blossom scraped her foot on the pavement as we were leaving.  Her Degenerative Myelopathy causes her to drag her foot (since she can't feel it) and she has rubbed her nail bed raw.  When we got home, we set up a patchwork of blankets on the den floor to keep her from bleeding all over the carpet.  

Blossom wonders where the water went.

Tomorrow I start week #9 of working from home.  In a perfect world, I could split my days working from home and work.   I see pros and cons to working both places.  Things are starting to open back up very slowly here and it is time.  I believe we accomplished what we set out to do which was not to stop the virus but to keep our hospitals from being overwhelmed.  Hopefully, the virus spread will slow down and we can get back out in the world safely.  

To close out my Mother's Day post, here is a picture of my mother with her mother.  Mom has never been able to remember much about her mother.  She was 12 years old when her mom died while they were collecting eggs to make food for Homecoming at their church the next day.  We found out at her sister's funeral in March that her mom was a teacher in a one room school house.  Mom always knew her as a farm worker.  Mom was the youngest of 14 children and was born when her mom was 46 years old.  If my Grandmother Yarbrough had been alive when I was born, she would have been 82.  I guess that means she was born in 1891.  I come from a long line of old people.  (Insert eye roll here)