Happy Mother's Day to Me!

And Happy Mother's Day to any and all mothers reading this blog!

My day started typical NY fashion for a holiday...alone. I had a couple of emails and texts from a few friends & family wishing me a Happy Mother's Day. Nice. And as I was getting ready to walk out the door to head to church, (which is an hour away and getting harder and harder to get to on Sundays) my #1 called to wish me Happy Mother's Day. Very Nice. And did I get the flowers? Huh? No, I did not get the flowers. Seems he & soon to be daughter-in-law sent me a bouquet--should have been delivered on Saturday.

What they didn't realize is, in order for me to get a delivery, I have to be home. And home to me is a tiny, tiny studio--not a place you'd want to spend a Saturday. And, of course, I'd have to know to expect a delivery--kind of hard when somebody is trying to surprise you with a gift!

I live in an apartment building with about 70 other tenants. There's no doorman. I'd be paying a lot more in rent to live in a doorman building. Definitely something I'd like, but not possible for me financially at this point. So, no one to take a package for me. I only know one of my neighbors (just met two more due to The Incident, so don't think I'll be asking favors of them) but have no idea what her schedule is like. So, no way to get an unexpected (but Welcomed) package.

Incidentally, I can't even get mail that won't fit in my little mail slot. At Christmas a friend of mine sent me a package, a package that was much too big for my letter-sized slot. So the postman gave me a postcard to come to the post office. Lucky for me, the post office is just down the street! What Luck! And the hours of operation? Monday - Friday, 9am-5pm. Huh? Not even open until 6pm or half days on Saturdays? Nope. I needed to go into work late just to be able to pick up my package. So anything important or larger than a standard sized envelope I have sent to my friend's in midtown who DO have a doorman.

And then I thought, wow, another way NYC is harder than good ol' Michigan. If I was in Michigan, they'd either drop off the package at a neighbors or leave it on my porch. And I'd get it when I got home. Here I get a call from the delivery guy today asking, 'Are you home? I'm trying to deliver flowers.' 'No,' I say. 'Ok,' says delivery guy. 'I'll have the florist call you on Monday to arrange a delivery.' Don't know how that's going to work out. Maybe they'll deliver before 8:30am when I leave for work. Or after 9:45pm when I get home. Or probably, NY style, I'll have to take some time off work to get them. And I will if I need to. It's been too long since I've had flowers, and way too long since I've had flowers delivered!

As for the rest of my day, see Prospect Park post.

And kids: Thank You! Thank you for remembering me on Mother's Day and for knowing that I love flowers. I'm sure they're beautiful!