Saturday Morning Cartoons in the Afternoon:

Scenes from my Real Life

My poor mother crying in my arms last night. Red wine tipsy and clutching her Pekingese to her like a confused teddy bear. This is the last weekend here in the last place she lived with my father. She's not so much saying goodbye to life with dad but rather nervously introducing herself to life without him. She's asleep now and I'm left alone to pack 60 years worth of living into an assortment of boxes. Boxes I carry down and Tetris into the car. The car I'll pilot to the new house through the grey Saturday rain. The rain that falls on the struggles of friend and stranger alike outside the demands of my task ahead.

I don't need anyone's prayers, thoughts or well wishes. There are folks I know more in need of them than myself right now. I have exactly what I need. The strength of my arms, a full tank of endurance and my wits freshly sharpened with caffeine. And while it's true I don't have back-up today, I do have enough bravado for two.

How I met your Mother: