esrosedotblog

MOTHERS DAY

I have recieved about ten spam mails today for FTD and other florist outfits.

It is such a scam.

I always wired flowers to my Mom. Well, I called an old acquaintance in the same town that had a flower business and she made the delivery.

I hated myself for doing it, falling into convention, but commercialism had a vise-grip on me as millions of others.

Of course my Mother thought it was wonderful.

I was brought up on it. I remember getting a potted geranium for her when I was real little. My Dad probably helped me get it.

The geranium morphed into corsages. To wear to church. For people to see. Showing off. Another turn off for me.

Does anyone wear corsages any more?

Of course, bitching about the holiday is as much a cliché as the holiday itself.

What a situation comedy.

I don't know if my Mother ever gave her mother flowers. When did this start? In what century?

Father's Day has never really gotten off the ground in the same way.

I do pretty well at Father's Day. People call and so on. But I don't get flowers. Do I?

Now I am worried that perhaps some one of my kids has sent me flowers for Father's Day and I don't remember it.

See? Now I am on the other end of it wondering if I am going to have a happy fake holiday.

Labels: culture, life