Thank Goodness for Mothers and Brothers.

Thank goodness for mothers!

Almost every time we visit North Battleford we bring a few little extras back home with us. Last time, it was a bread bag partially filled with Grandma Clara's sugar cookies. The time before, it was some freshly baked buns. We've also enjoyed Nanking cherries, rhubarb, loaves of porridge bread, and, well, you get the idea. More often than not, when I've forgotten to make a dessert on my cooking days, I'll check the freezer and pull out a few of those cookies and presto, dessert is served! Thank goodness for mothers!

Thank goodness for brothers too. As I sit here this a.m., enjoying a fresh coffee and admiring a bouquet of our tulips, I am clad in a pair of brother Doug's short pants and a new Tortilla Flats t-shirt! Upstairs, I also have two more pairs of shorts, and two more t-shirts. Seems that some sizes fit me better than he, and so I am the lucky benefactor. I figure that I'm pretty much set for the summer season, clothing wise. Thank goodness for brothers!

Actually, in somewhat of a reversal, perhaps this is what may have occurred many years ago when we were kids. When the older brother outgrew his clothes they were passed along to the younger ones. I doubt that my hand-me-downs were in as good shape as those that I have most recently inherited though.

As an aside, I wonder if there are any other items out there that may not fit anymore? I'm running a bit short on casual shirts these days. As you can see from my previous blog, my "new" shirt is now at least three years old. Jackets are always good too.... leftover liquor,...... old gold......!

It's Deja Vu All Over Again ....

Faithful readers of this blog will recall that I shamelessly took advantage of my youngest brother's largesse almost exactly three years ago, on Mother's Day, 2007. It seems that Ted has sent his mother a bouquet of flowers, the card signed only "From the Good Looking One". As Roni and I were visiting her that day, Mom naturally assumed that I was the sender. Not wanting to spoil a good thing, I simply said something like "Well, I sure hope you like the flowers, Mom. I love you too!".

Well, guess what?

Yes, it happened again! In an almost lightning-like stroke of doubly good fortune, Mom received another bouquet from the "good looking one" this Mother's Day when I happened to be visiting. Once again, I modestly mumbled something and said "I love you too, Mom".

If you look back, I am even wearing the same shirt!!!