Happy Mother's Day to one and all. Steve left me chocolate filled crescent rolls for breakfast before he went golfing. :-) My daughter Mary and family sent the most beautiful irises that beautify the coffee table. And Christine, my favorite young mother who is the librarian now at the Montessori School I worked at in the islands sent an e-card. Monica will be calling this afternoon. So, this Mom is happy. My girls have remembered! :-)

I had a lazy morning of tea and chocolate and the newspaper in bed. I'm reading William Nicholson's Seeker, the first book in the Noble Warriors series. Three very interesting young characters join together to discover what the weapon is that the kingdom of Radiance plans to use to destroy the Nomana, a group of warriors who protect the meek and the One and All god. The Wildman is the most interesting of the three as I can see him dressed like Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean. Basically he is a pirate who steals what he wants and thinks he can become a noble warrior and "steal" their peace for himself. The Seeker is the gentle one - he was supposed to become a teacher but wants more than anything else to become a Noble Warrior, even more since his older brother Blaze has been cleansed and sent out of the community. Morning Star is a thinker who can see the emotions people are feeling as colors that surround them. She is seeking her mother. The three of these 16-year-old together will be a force to be dealt with.

Haven't had as much time to read as I would like - life just keeps getting deliciously in the way of reading. :-) For example, we went to a Legends minor league baseball game Friday night. The weather was wonderful and the between innings antics of the mascots were very funny. Granted, the players on both teams were not great, but I enjoy baseball when the innings go fast and these did! Lots of strike outs and foul balls. More went into the stands than out in the field. Roger Clemens' son plays third base, but he sure isn't a batter. The little kids were so much fun to watch as they ran around with their baseball mitts on, hoping to catch a ball.