Today I placed the order for our mother's corsage for Mothers Day.
Faithful readers may remember our problems with our small hometown of 1800 people with three Henrietta Dykstras.
Yes, three different women named Henrietta found three different Dykstra men to marry. Even when we use our Dad's name, flowers get delivered to the wrong Henrietta because the deliverer gets the idea someone must have made a mistake.
This has gone on year after year after year with at least 5 florists from 3 towns. Three years ago a florist threatened to take Beth to collections for refusing to pay for flowers that were delivered to the wrong house, picked up AFTER Mothers Day and shoved in the storm door of our parents' house.
One of the Henriettas is no longer of this world, but the confusion continues. Last year my parents were invited to a wedding of a family they hardly knew. Being the polite people they are, they attended with a lovely gift, to realize once there that the other Henrietta and her husband were the intended guests. They enjoyed the cake and went home.
There is a new florist in town, wife of a childhood classmate's little brother, who I can only hope is less annoying than he was 40 years ago.
She assured me the flowers would go to the correct Henrietta.
Yeah, we've heard that before.
We have fragile hopes for this year.