Wednesday, November 3, 2010

It's Been A Good Day

My internet connection has slowed to the speed of molasses on a very cold day. I have been dealing with the issue for twenty-four hours now and tomorrow afternoon a tech guy is supposed to come by and check the line because that appears to be where the problem is.
Sorry. Boring details of a boring subject.

Anyway, that's what's going on here. Owen was with me from one in the afternoon until just a little while ago. We did pick peas and eat them but he prefers marigolds. Really. The chickens, however, do not. They like the peas. Not as much as grapes but then grapes are manna to them. But nothing makes Owen as happy as pulling up great wads of marigolds and munching one or two and giving me a few which I politely thank him for and then put in my pocket. They are not to my taste.

He amused me, he wore me out, he cracked me up. He got in his stroller on the porch and kicked back with a sippy cup at one point, exactly like a grown man in a recliner with a beer. I tried to get a picture but by the time I had the camera and was ready, he was off to another venture. It's so hard to get good pictures of him now because he moves from one thing to another like a hummingbird on a firespike bush.

He ate supper in his high chair at the table with Mr. Moon and me and he ate well. He loves cucumbers and tomatoes and he liked the eggplant parmesan and bread pretty well too. He did not like his bath. I have no idea why.
He certainly has his own mind but I will say that he is a very agreeable young man for the most part. I can ask him to put things back and he sometimes will. If he feels like it. He loves the chickens best and being outside the most. He hugs fiercely and he kisses me occasionally but ALWAYS kisses the mermaid in his favorite book. And the queen. He likes mermaids and queens and he likes his grandmother and grandfather, too and he adores baby powder beyond reason.
He tolerates the dogs as they do him.

He is something, that boy. And when he does something funny and his grandfather and I look at each other and smile, it's like nothing else on this earth. No matter what else happens, in this, we have done good.

And now, although it is only nine o'clock, this old grandma is going to bed. The thought of taking a shower is almost more than I can bear but I suppose I'll manage and then I want to slip into those sheets with the book of short stories by T. Coraghessan Boyle (Wild Child is the name of the book) which I am enjoying tremendously and read until I can't focus anymore and then put the book down, turn out the light, and

The election results have finally come in and I am so disgusted that I can't even bring myself to talk about it. Okay? I really can't.
It's just all beyond my control, which I suppose is what I was saying this morning.
Okay. I'll say this- money may not be able to buy you love but it can sure buy the fuck out of an election.

Well. I suppose the sun will still come up tomorrow.

And in a thousand years- who will care?
Not me. You can bet on that.

Sweet dreams.
Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Money didn't buy Meg Whitman an election and she threw A LOT of money at it. I was doing a happy dance all morning. Congress notwithstanding.

  2. T. Coraghessan Boyle was a professor of mine at USC. Loved him.

  3. The election results will only mean nothing will be accomplished--more gridlock. I can't do anything about it though.

  4. Grrrrhhhhh...arghhh...politics...

    But grandchildren, Owen, let's just concentrate on that!

  5. A thousand years? Americans are so fickle, they (or we?) won't remember this five years from now.

    Thanks for cheering me up, though, providing respite from the shitstorm that I admittedly started over at my blog --

  6. Hope your internet’s OK now.
    Interesting post.

    All the best, Boonie

  7. Yes, every election brings buckets of tears for my family, they are quite political, but me? Not so much, my nose is too stuck in a book. :)

    PS: Here's hoping your internet connection speeds up!!

  8. ha...that boy:-)

    that dinner sound slke something i totally wouldeat too..yes:-)

    and i rather kiss you then i kiss a queen..or a fishy mermaid:-)

  9. I am so with you on the elections. It gave me a pit in my stomach, even while I was voting. I just knew this was coming.

    It's always fun to hear about Owen and his adventures and antics.


  10. Ah, that's a good one, P Fleur: "It gave me a pit in my stomach." Just so.

    The right wing nuts with money and on TV have really roped in the populace, non? I think most of us who gather here are in agreement on that.

    Thanks for sharing your G'ma day, M2. I am sorely in need of one. Two more weeks before I have CT in hand.


  11. Cleaning someone elses house this morning, taking a banana n coffee break. So tired of everything, but come here and just feel goodness and love. Thank you for that.

  12. I'm having a bad day - just so sick of being sick all the time - and your Owen stories made me smile, and your words like this, too:

    "he moves from one thing to another like a hummingbird on a firespike bush."

    And for this I thank you.

  13. Stephanie- It does make me smile to know that Jerry Brown is back being governor of California. Bless his heart!

    Omgrrrl- I remember that and I am so jealous.

    Syd- For sure.

    lulumarie- And rooting plants. And making soup.

    Elizabeth- Hey! We all have to get our ya-ya's out in some way. And you're right about five years.

    Boonie S- Still slow. Waiting on the tech guy.

    Terresa- Books are best.

    Danielle- Yes, but I am not YOUR grandmother.

    Ms. Fleur- I know. But we did our part.

    N2- I know you are counting down the moments. He will be so happy to see his grandmother.

    Bethany- Honey, you ARE goodness and love. And light, too.

    Leslie- I wish I could do more. I really do.

  14. hehe..of course not..did i say i would kiss you like i kiss my grandma?:))))))))

  15. Thank you. I have my Quote of the Damn Day now.

  16. Danielle- Phew. What a relief!

    Ms. Bastard-Beloved- Oh. That makes me SO happy.

  17. Just focus on the kisses, I suppose. I remember when we had our first big breakthrough of the extreme right party, and I felt very disgusted with my fellow countrymen. It passes. I realised those ignorant fuckers had always been there, and the lovely people hadn't gone away.


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