I stopped by the post office, as I always do, on my way home and the three things that I ordered last week arrived. A toy for Owen's birthday, a new CD Walkman and new earphones. And don't you judge me on that Walkman. Just don't.
Okay- here's something I've been meaning to say- you know how "they" always say that to descratch and restore a CD you should rub it with a banana peel? That's a cruel and stupid hoax. That does nothing but gum up your CD. I mean...are bananas magic? Well, in a smoothie or peanut butter and honey sandwich, yes. On a CD? Fuck no. Urban fucking myth.
I always see these things, mostly on Facebook for "natural" solutions to everyday problems. You know, put out cider vinegar with dish soap in it to attract and kill gnats? And different ways to repurpose shit to make your life more groovy and your home more interesting? Like, using an old rake head to hang your jewelry from?
None of that bug crap works in Florida. And who wants an old rake hanging in their bedroom? (Said the woman who has so much crap nailed and tacked to her walls that it's ridiculous.)
Anyway, okay, said that. There's just way too much fucking cleverness going on in the world these days if you ask me and it's probably 99% the fault of social media including Facebook and Pinterest. Not that I've even peered into the windows of Pinterest. No way.
And someone please tell me what Google + is. I keep getting e-mails telling me about "friends I may know on Google +!" Billy is always one of them. I asked him once what Google + was and he said, and I quote, "I don't know shit about Google +."
Do y'all know? Am I on it?
Okay, remember this site?
I still love that site.
Anyway, it's a beautiful day here in Lloyd and we had such a good time with the boys yesterday. There was no random peeing and everyone was extremely well-behaved and loving. Owen and I discussed how he and Gibson will visit when Boppy and I build our house in Apalachicola and move there. (I am saying that as often as possible to convince myself that yes, we are going to do it because frankly, I panic every time I think about it, even though it's a beautiful plan) and he said that yes, he would visit and sleep on the couch. I told him that actually, he and Gibson would have a room they could sleep in. With beds and everything. He liked that idea.
He picked two flowers to take home to his mother and when he was telling his grandfather good-bye, he whispered to him that he should pick a flower for MerMer.
The child is giving his grandfather romance advice.
Which is sound advice, I might add.
Gibson is completely enamored of the chickens these days and will cry if I don't take him out to the kitchen porch to feed them. He will feed them out of his own tiny hands and when he sees them, he waves frantically and yells, "Hey! Hey chickens!" He does say the word "chicken" but it doesn't sound exactly like chicken.
He still refers to the dogs as "kittah" no matter how much we attempt to teach him differently. He loves the dogs. He lays his head on Buster's back and closes his eyes in happiness. He is such an affectionate child, as is his brother.
Well, I better get moving. It's getting hotter by the second. The hurricane lilies have suddenly poked their stems up and will be blooming any second. Once again, I have gone through my annual shock at their appearance. They are like a secret the earth keeps from me until a certain day in September.
Happy Friday, y'all.