I'm Tellin' Ya- Former Lifetime The Boy Was A Custodian.

It has taken me all day but I have gotten...

absolutely nothing accomplished.

Okay. Owen helped. He tried. He did. I gave him a rag and he climbed up on the coffee table and began to industriously clean the windows in the library. With no pants on.
Now who wouldn't want a pantsless window-washer?

What can I say? Dude loves to clean. Pants or no pants. The task is the important thing!

Also, he did help me hang sheets on the line and then he rubbed his face in them and said, "Nie!"

So Jessie and Vergil left this morning to go back to town. They both have much to do.
I cried. So sue me.

Before they left we kicked some of the ol' boo with Owen. That bamboo is coming up and Owen likes me to kick it and then he peels the shoots like Jessie showed him. You know what? Bamboo smells really nice. I thought that was just some bullshit that Glade invented.

We also fed the goats.

Yes. They are quite fond of carrots. So is the old mule, bless her heart.

And after Jessie and Vergil left we played in the yard

and fed the chickens and looked for eggs and found a snake and put it in the woods and we read books and rescued a bee and took a walk and went to the post office and talked on the phone and oh yes, Owen called his Uncle Hank on redial. I came in the room and Owen and Hank were having a conversation. It was on speaker-phone so I could hear the whole thing. Mad phone skills that boy has! He called me the other day and left a message.

We ate some apple and also egg sandwich and peanut butter and grapes and a string cheese. We read more books.

We hung out and peeled bamboo together and made giant, pointy fingers out of the peels and waved them around and said, "Look at my giant fingers!" in funny giant voices. Okay. I did. Owen wasn't so sure about that. Those giant fingers are a little bit scary.

We watered the porch plants. That was major fun. "More! More!" cried Owen!

So yeah, it's been a very busy day but honestly, aside from getting the sheets on the line, well. I'd take a picture of the kitchen but I'm too embarrassed.

Oh! Another bird came in and was hanging in the laundry room and then went to perch on the potted mango. I got a nice picture of him? her? and by that time, Owen had seen so many birds in the house he wasn't even impressed. It's like a fucking aviary over here.

So now the boy's gone off with his papa for his next set of adventures and I better get to it. I need to spend quite some time just picking up and putting things away in order to find the surfaces I need to clean.
You know.

I sure could use a nap.

Oh yeah, the bed's not made and the sheets are on the line.

Life is good. Right here today in Lloyd, Florida, we ain't gettin' much done but life is good.
Pants or no pants.
And we like it like that.