We had botany class on the way home where we talked about and examined trees.
Here's Gibson standing under a crepe myrtle.
And here's Owen climbing it.
When we got home, the boys played outside and we fed chickens and then we came in and Owen put on The Buena Vista Social Club and we talked about Cuba and Mexico and people who speak Spanish and we spoke a little Spanish. Well, I told him some words that we've been working on- boy and grandmother and please and thank-you. Sometimes he gets tired of this and says, "I don't want you to talk your Mexican anymore, MerMer."
Which I understand. I don't know enough to truly wear him out, though.
We had snacks, of course, and juice (jugo!) and Owen built with blocks and Gibson played with toys and they both painted some and we all laid down after lunch and Gibson actually slept and I almost did.
The only true sadness today was when Gibson slipped and rolled down the steps off the back porch. Owen and I could do nothing but watch him roll and it was horrible. He cried but he's okay. Owen, who had just peed off the side of the steps said, "Did I do that?"
I reassured him that no, he had not and with Gibson on my hip, I snapped up his jeans which is a very difficult thing to do and Gibson soon stopped crying and all was well enough again.
And Owen earned two dollars today by giving me a foot rub and a hand massage and that probably works out to about a dollar a minute but he gave it good effort.
So yes, it was a good day and it's supposed to get down into the forties tonight and I don't understand how that's going to happen but I suppose it will. Now it is warm and I have an actual tuna casserole in the oven with tomatoes on top of it and the house is tidy again and I've swept off the deck behind the house and I have laundry going and I've started putting a few summer things away and tomorrow I am going to clean my bathroom from top to bottom which takes all day long and I'm not kidding. I hope with all of my heart that I do not come upon another mouse.
And this is the report from my life on this night as the sharp crescent moon rises up in the air as if it were cutting its way through the darkness over the naked branches of the pecan trees in Lloyd, Florida.