next stop . . . the twilight zone

No time for a Mother's Day post yesterday. Too busy enjoying my dinner and gift. There is certainly something comforting about tradition. If it's a tradition that you enjoy. On Mother's Day, I can expect to have dinner at one of my favourite Chinese restaurants. Which I did. And because my children have come to know me well over the years, I can expect them to pool their meagre funds and present me with a gift card to Chapters. Which they did.

So after filling up on fried won-tons and Kung Po chicken, I grasped my shiny new gift card and drove off to browse contentedly. Because contrary to what the greeting cards say, sometimes the best part of Mother's Day is the time you have to yourself. Ironically, I can usually list several books I would love to have at any given moment. But when I have cash (or gift card) in hand, I can't seem to find any of them. And then, when I had almost given up hope, I saw it. A new book celebrating one of the greatest television shows ever produced. And rather than an encyclopedic listing of every episode, this book promised to delve deeper. Focusing on half the episodes and exploring Rod Serling's intentions, ideas and connections to each one.

My Mother's Day was complete.

I hurried home, made a cup of tea, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and settled in on the couch.

Nothing says "Happy Mother's Day" like creepy apparitions, misshapen aliens and a gnawing sense of unease.

Hopefully, everyone's day was as enjoyable.