The thing I hate about Mother’s Day, and in fact every holiday, is that everybody on facebook is posting the exact same thing: Here is a picture of my mother, best person in the world ever. I can’t complain too much. I do share the sentiment. But, when you have 1,500 facebook friends, it gets awfully boring. I can’t complain about that, either. It’s my own fault for adding a ton of people I don’t even know.
Usually, I like having lots of facebook friends, in far flung corners of the world. A lot of them are writers and, out of the several hundred writers on my page, 4 or 5 of them are actually pretty good (I won’t give names, so everybody reading this can assume they’re on the list). I love people’s comments on local weather, politics, art, music, food, travel and whatever. But, on Mother’s Day, it’s all platitudes and that’s the least interesting part.
Anyway, I had a quiet day. I taught my 3 Iranian kids this morning, and they are always good for a laugh. Helena actually had to work because they had a Mothers Day Program which she was in charge of, and she took the kids with her and did a lot of shopping. I did a bit of work on the novel I should be working on a little bit every day but am not. Wrote a poem I’m fairly pleased with. The Czechs lost an extremely disappointing hockey match against Sweden, 4-3. We were ahead almost the whole game, and it had started off spectacularly, with a goal at 8 seconds, but they just couldn’t hold on.
It was the end of a fairly uneventful 4 day weekend, except I have a new student, which is good, because the Iranian School is over for the year. Tomorrow it’s back to work, and I’m actually looking forward to it.
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