Dog on screen at Metro; bunny rabbits in the driveway; woman gets a grip on her pop; last post for the weekend

This afternoon, I pedaled my bicycle to Metro Cafe, ordered an Americano and sat at a table to drink it. A dog appeared on the TV screen and barked at me.

About 9:30 PM, I decided I needed a small Dairy Queen ice cream cone, dipped in chocolate. I asked Margie if she wanted to come and get one, too. "No," she said, "we can't afford it. But you go get one." It's true. We can't afford ice cream cones right now, but sometimes when you can't afford an ice cream cone, that's when you should go get one. Your creditors are going to have to wait, anyway. I thought we would be able afford ice cream cones right now, but sometimes businesss deals come together slower than they are supposed too. Hopefully, next week, we will be able to afford ice cream cones.

I did go to get an ice cream cone by myself, anyway, and on my way to the car I saw these two bunny rabbits in the driveway.

I found myself in line behind this lady at Dairy Queen. She didn't order an ice cream cone, but she did order soda pop. At least, it looks like soda pop. I didn't inspect the contents of the cup. I really don't know what is in it.

It is now late Friday night. I do not plan to put up a post Saturday night and maybe not Sunday night, either. I want to finish this other project I am working on, the project that involves the World War II B-24 bomber. I have been working on it steady for two weeks now and if it succeeds, it will have a $500 payoff, but that's beside the point. It is a story I must tell. This tiny story is only the beginning. I must make it into a book, and soon.

So, until the story is done, I do not want to think about this blog any further. I know I won't have the story done by Saturday night, but if I complete it and submit it early enough on Sunday, I will still blog that night.

MOTHERS: new one and baby at Abby's; Elder mother and daughter who is also a mother at Metro Cafe - Happy Mother's Day, all

I walked to Abby's for breakfast this morning and was surprised to find Shelly there with her new baby boy, Colten. I hadn't seen Shelly since I left for Arizona-India and she went on maternity leave.

Baby and mom posed, as Amber looked on. Abby was not in. Perhaps she took Saturday morning to sleep in for once. Remember, Abby not only runs her own restaurant, but she is a mom, too - and a grandma. So she should sleep in now and then.

Shelly was taking orders, cooking, busing tables and mothering - all at once. And the omelette she fixed me was pretty damn good.

So please, if you should happen to see Shelly today, say "Happy Mother's Day" to her.

Colten, in line with dessert.

At the usual time, I headed to Metro Cafe for my afternoon coffee break. I had planned to ride my bike, but it was raining and I did not want to get my camera wet, so I drove. When I arrived, I found Carmen there with both her mom and dad. I had seen them all together at the ice rink, but never in Metro Cafe. So, naturally, we had to a do a Metro portrait.

Before we did, Carmen gussied her mom up a bit.

So here she is, Carmen with her dad and mom, Tony and Eva Villasenor, originally from a small village in Mexico. They did not move to Anchorage until Carmen was ten. Her early life was spent barefoot on dirt floors. They had no cameras and so Carmen has only one photo from her early childhood in Mexico.

So say happy "Mother's Day" to Eva today - should you happen to see her.

Oh, and don't forget to say "Happy Mother's Day," to Carmen. She's a mother, too, you know - Carmen and Branson, the six-year old hockey star and a bit of a young ruffian, all around. Young ruffians need good mothers and Branson's got one.

Probably, you won't see any of these mothers today - but I'll bet you will see other mothers, perhaps even your own.

So, please, say "Happy Mother's Day" to them, too.

Happy Mother's Day, all you mothers out there. It's a tough job you have, but most mothers are pretty tough and we sure do need you.