Mother's Day Weekend

As usual, I spent this Mother's Day with my Mom and the rest of my family, which includes my nephew James (with whom I am enamored). Check out my flickr page to see the photos. I also included some old photos that my sister and I found in the attic. The one above was taken before I was born (NOTE: after talking with my Mom, it turns out I was inside sleeping. I was just an infant. That explains a lot!). It includes two of my Dad's sons from a previous marriage (another son and daughter stayed with their mother in Scotland) From left to right: my Maternal Uncle Vinny, my half-brother Brian (whereabouts unknown), my Mom, my Dad (deceased), my half-brother Douglas (whereabouts unknown), my Maternal Grandmother Louise (deceased), and my Maternal Grandfather Vincent (deceased). The only question I have about this photo, which I didn't even think to ask my Mother when we were looking at them was this: who is taking the photo? Unless they had one of those new-fangled "auto-shoot" cameras! That sounds like something my Dad would have gotten.

Quite the trip down memory lane leading to the weirdest and most disturbing dream Saturday night. It's still too fresh for me to go into here, but I can mention that it included time travel, Doctor Who, and me trapped in a stone dungeon. (I get out at the end, though). Maybe this will lead to me writing some poetry this week. If it does, I'll be sure to post it here. Otherwise, I should get working on my novel. I haven't written a thing in weeks!