Mother’s Day

We spent most of our last mother’s day in the Baker Lane house making it look nice for the new owners (you are welcome).  I returned the utility trailer to Home Depot in the morning while Cristin slept in.  There is a mother’s day fun run that passes by the house twice with a kids event that Phoebe and Ellie participated in last year but this year it didn’t happen.  Staging a house has consumed all free time.  We went to breakfast at Friendly’s and then did our annual stopover at the fish ladder on the Mattapoisett River to look for alewives.  We are 0/5 in this ridiculous mother’s day tradition which is a follow up to my younger days when my grandmother would visit over mother’s day and we would go to the Brewster Herring run (also way down in numbers so don’t hit me with any Cape Cod superiority baloney).    Sarah and I would “help” the fish by catching them and running them upstream.  Looking back, it was pretty ridiculous.  It would be like having dolphins help you beat the Cape traffic by dragging you across the Canal underwater. Our tradition has included in the last few years a walk along the river which is really quite beautiful.  This year we spotted an Oriole and I tested out the Oriole call with the phone and tortured this poor bird until Cristin made me stop.  He or she flew around us either hoping to find somebody special or planning on picking a fight.  When we got home we stuck the kids in the backyard and got back to work.   They are still a bit confused about the move and certainly do not appreciate the need to get the house in order before showing it.  To them, if it were full to the brim with assorted plastic doll crap it would be impossible for anyone to turn down.