Wow, vw, that is beautiful!

I'm with Laura, don't stop the pictures. I'm enjoying them.

My mother believes that mothers and daughters should talk daily. I think more like....whenever something newsworthy happens. We have reached a compromise: she pays for my cell phone service, and i answer or call back whenever she calls. We seem to average once a week, but the last week has been insane with moving plans. Something like 19 calls on Saturday alone (largely because i was driving and kept hanging up on her whenever it started snowing, or raining, or traffic picked up.)

Am I allowed to cry because I finally got my shoes from Zappos (after waiting a week because of FedEx issues) and they don't fit? When I was hoping that I'd FINALLY have work shoes that don't leak badly every time I walk more than a few feet in the rain?

I mean, that's not the only reason I want to cry. It's been a nibbled to death by ducks day. But it's what's got me to the breaking point.

I call my mother daily. If I don't, she won't call me, unless it's important, but she'll tell me she was worried when I do call her. I don't mind it like I used to. She doesn't bug me about eating and sleeping right, etc since I moved in with TCG, so the talks are mostly pleasant.

Aw, crap, Susan. That sounds like the final straw - I hope the universe sends something good your way soon. A plague upon these nibbling ducks.

vw, that's a gorgeous pic!

My mom would probably like a daily phone call from me. Which is funny, because she hated that her mother wanted daily phone calls.

I try to call my parents every week-ish or so. Sometimes I don't manage it because I get distracted, so when I do call, I get the traditional greeting of "Oh wait, we have a daughter?" I despair of ever getting them to agree that they could call me every now and then. "But you're busy! We don't want to bother you!" But running a not-quite-mock guilt trip on me isn't bothering me, in parent-logic.

My mother believes that mothers and daughters should talk daily.

when I was in law school, my mother tried to start this thing where I would call her every night when I got in. Just so she would know I'm okay. I refused. I knew that there would be days when I'd forget, or be out late, or god forbid not come home. I just wouldn't do it, and eventually she gave up.

Today my mom called me, and for the first time in ages stopped herself from saying "it's your mom," right after "Hi". It's become a joke that she does this because (a) I have caller id and (b) she's easily recognizable. People get her and me confused on the phone all the time, but I obviously don't have that problem.

Still, it was a bit of a letdown that she left it off today. It's a tradition by now.

Susan, crying is okay for whatever reason, or for no reason if you just feel like crying. If you can let the cry be a catharsis, you're golden.