Sorry folks, no movie review this week.  Heather and I were considering going to see something this evening, but I was a bit too tired...and her stomach was acting up a bit so we decided to skip it entirely.

I hope you all had a pleasant Mother's Day.  I gave Heather a card from me, and one from Tigger.  For presents I gave her a new remote-controlled standing fan to keep her cooler in the summer, and an exercise bike I bought on walmart.com.  Their site often lets you ship the item to a local store for free, which not only saves money but in our case is actually more convenient since we don't have to try to get to the apartment office when they are open (which seems to be just about never, they're always "out on the property" or at lunch). 

I also gave Heather a number of books on dogs, especially strays and rescue dogs.  She REALLY wants to get a dog one of these days, but we can't do that with Tigger here.  She is simply too old, and too moody.  In the meantime, if she can't have a dog, she likes to read about them.  She already finished one book, which was about a dog who likes to rescue stray cats (and to make friends with adopted ones, especially those who have problems like being deaf or missing an eye).

For dinner we took Heather's mother to Steak & Ale.  That went okay, she likes me and everything, which I assume is because I treat Heather so well (or at least I try to).  That's a change from my old in-laws, who hated me from the day they met me.  And I'm sure they still do.

Of course, I didn't have any communication with my own mother today.  I sent Barbara (my step-mother) a gift and card and ecard, but as for my birth mother, nothing.  I haven't spoken to her since 1998, which I think is stupid in some ways.  Then when I start feeling guilty about it I realize there isn't anything I want out of that relationship anyway, not that I can think of.  I'd like to know she is happy and doing well, but deep down I realize that if I did communicate with her I'd find my buttons being pushed all over again. 

At my bother Jon's wedding a couple of years back she did ask about me...actually she asked how Mara and I were doing.  They told her we were fine, which was a stretch considering I was locked up at the time, Mara and I had divorced years earlier, and she had committed suicide in 2003.  Easier than the truth though.

One day soon maybe I'll write up the story of when we last spoke, but its too late and I'm too tired.  So for tonight, Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!