Instead of getting all bitter and sad about today, Mother's Day, on a day when I have no mother, nor do I want to be a mother, I decided to scan some photos I found when cleaning out my office. Seems appropriate to put them up here.
During the trip we took together to Italy. Good god, this was 2001. Nine years ago? Wow.
This is my favorite boat in my favorite town. It's always parked here, and over the years and trips, I always snapped a picture of it. Mom had it made into an oil painting for me by an artist friend of hers, Chet Hill.
We were in Venice for the highest acqua alta I'd ever seen. We bought boots and felt like locals.
I kind of dropped Mom in the water, though, when we were scrambling from one walkway to another, and she was FURIOUS. She was wet all the way up to her hips. She wanted to go back to the hotel to change, but I talked her into letting me buy her prosecco at the most expensive place in Piazza San Marco, and suddenly, she was all giggly smiles and wanted to go on tromping the streets.
We looked for parts of the wonderful book, Miss Garnet's Angel, and found them (like the Levantine Camel).
She loved the view from our hostel in Siena.
Wrong train, wrong stop, wrong city, completely lost. Whatever. We didn't mind.
I've always loved this photo, taken in Murano on a different trip.
RANDOM PHOTO FINDS:
Me, Marco, Franco, and Luigi (an old gondolier).
OMG, this picture cracked Mom UP. It was the only vaguely ribald joke I ever heard her make — this trip to New Zealand wasn't long after I'd come out as liking both boys and girls, so she saw this sign and made me go stand under it so she could take a picture. She was giggling the whole time. As was I.
My favorite sheep picture I ever took. In New Zealand. I am actually lying on my stomach in the middle of the road to get this — somewhere Christy or Beth has the photo of ME doing that.
And one of me with Mom. I love this one. Safety, happiness, all of it.
Sigh. I'm going to frame some of these and put them up in my office today. I was going to garden, but it's been pouring, oddly enough. And then back to work tonight. My (working) vacation is over, and it's back to the grind. It's all good, though. Good to have a job, good job to have.
I miss Mom, though, dammit.
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