5/10/09 mother's day brunch with Em and Bobby

I got some of all my elements in this morning.  Then got ready for brunch at Em and Bobby's place.  The kids were there and I was really glad to see them.  

We were a little later than expected.  More because Luke hasn't figured out his morning routine.  But everyone blames me.  It's funny so I let them.  

I make the coffee right away.  Everyone but Rain and her family is there.  Bah to the dog family.  

I have to figure it out before then next time that the kids want to visit.  

Bobby makes me scrambled eggs which are delicious.  I do drown them in catsup.  Marshall (Bobby's brother,  the chef) can hardly stand it.  He's so funny.  I brought my own toast.  High fiber,  better for the diet.  Everyone brought a dish.  I taste them all.  Em makes her amazing butter cake.  I love Marshall's potato and him with a crunch corn flake crust.  

William tells me a story that let's me know that I must not give in and let the dog thing go.  

For years he's wanted me to pick up his pet tarantula.  You know,  one of those awful looking giant spiders.  William has a lot of these strange pets.  But he loves them.  He goes around and gives demonstrations to adults and kids in the library setting on how mild and sweet these pets are.  Suddenly,  his fav spider bit him,  hard,  and drew blood.  It didn't end well.  The spider didn't live and everyone was very scared and upset.  

What did that tell me.  You can't depend on a wild creature.  They are nice and then they are in a bad mood.

So when I came home from the brunch I saw one of the pit bulls at the front glass door.  She looked like a nursing mother?  The family had their twin boys in the driveway.  I could easily have said to myself.  Awwww.  The babies are so cute and maybe she's a cute little mother dog,  but no . . .  she's a pit bull.  And that isn't good.  Like the spider.  She can turn at any time and attach someone.  She's already chased someone on the walking path.  It only takes once.  

I went to NM.  As always it's fun to see Matt.  As a favor,  he worked alone until 1:30  so I could enjoy my mother's day brunch.  Annette,  his mom is there.  She is so sweet a person,  and has helped many people.  She volunteers.  Also there is a woman that bugs me.  I wish I felt like being nicer to her.  I'm not sure why I can't stand to hear her voice.  Anyway,  I'm talking to Annette about the dog situation and she joins in without being invited.  And I get mad.  I don't feel happy with myself,  so I am extra,  extra nice to everyone else who comes into NM and wants my help.  Maybe God will look aside.

At the end of the day,  an older woman comes in.  She's in her late 80's and is completely independent.  She still drives.  I talk to her and she is so interesting.  She tells me that after the death of her husband,  too young,  she is invited to work for his employer.  To do her husband's job.  She doesn't feel up for it and is just about to give  up.  She and the employer get a cup of coffee.  As she is drinking coffee (all good things happen over coffee) she feels a touch against her cheek and a voice says--you can do it.  So she tires again and she can do it.  

She had many other stories.  About how life has flowed for her since that touch of an angel.  She never worries.

We have dinner with Em and Bobby.  We go to Puccinis.  Soon the kids come in with their bio mom,  gramma,  and uncle.  We all hug and kiss.  Then they sit down at the other end of the restaurant and eat.  Other couples come in who know Em or Bobby or both.  It's fun