Memorial Day, Mothers and Men

Today was the last day of my mother's visit.

She is funny, misguided, irreverent and bizarrely friendly. She managed to meet every one of my neighbours. I deposited her with my cousin Kim who is one of the most gracious women I've ever met.

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Her house is warm and filled with love despite it's opulence. (That's no easy trick. I know, I'm surrounded by them.) Such places are often cold monuments to new found affluence and succeed at nothing more then self-congratulation. Kim is different. She has depth.

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I've spent decades barricading my life from my extended family. I had my reasons.

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After The King of Produce failed to call within a couple of days, my mother (despite having fallen for him) was done. I summoned a replacement.

Please take your Valium now, you're gonna need it.

I let Evil Surfer Dude come over. After months of Charmaine deprivation he arrived with white roses. "You know what white roses mean;" I said. "They mean you love me." He said, "no it's just cuz the yellow ones looked dead."

My mudder liked him. "He's so easy" she said. "He doesn't put on an act".

We walked to the beach. The walk culminated at our favorite rock formation. At the top there is a divet. We sit as waves crash around us. He asked me if I was going to marry him. (I should take more men to the "magic" rock.)