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I never know what to get my mother for mother's day (it's on sunday, in case anyone's forgotten), and she never tells me what she wants, so I usually trust one of my sisters to do the shopping. I provide what financial support I can.
But this year, I got sick of it, and decided to get her something decent. Well, it's just some books, but they're good books. Dig this, cats:
My copy of Alan Watts' The Book. Anyone who has read the introduction will catch the irony of a son giving it to his mother. I figure it will give her a bit of insight on how I think about things.
The Rumi collection, a book of the Sufi poet's writings. Good stuff. And it's, y'know, poetry, which I figure isn't a lame gift for mother's day.
The Tao of Pooh. I figure she'd like this better than the Tao te Ching. Stuffy old Indo-Chinese man or lovable honey obsessed bear? Come on, it's a given.
So these are my gifts. Lame or not? |
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