You can't even see the damn tree! That thing was tiny. And now it's like four feet fucking tall!
Well, at least I have a Christmas tree all ready to go this year.
Besides those few things I've also entertained guests. That was the sweet part of the day. Billy brought MawMaw out and we had a very nice visit. I don't think that MawMaw gets out a lot and she's going through hard, sad times since her sweet husband, also named Billy, died. Halloween would have been 60 years they were married. And no matter how loving and attentive a family is, there's nothing that can replace a relationship like that.
But Billy sure does try. He's so sweet with his grandmother that it makes me want to cry. It's hard for her to get around but he supports her in every way possible. Makes sure that she has the best chair, a pillow to put behind her back. He's just...a good, good man.
And I think MawMaw was glad to be here. She had a bowl of soup and I swear, she ate about five pieces of the bread I baked last night which made me proud. After PawPaw died Billy said her daily diet pretty much consisted of a yogurt and maybe a banana for breakfast, a milkshake sometime in the afternoon, and a Kahlua and cream before bed. A good, stiff breeze would blow her away. After lunch Hank came out and we all had a little stroll around the yard to check out the garden and look at where the giant tree had fallen down. I believe she was happy to be outside. I picked her some greens from the garden and after our little outing, she curled up in Mr. Moon's recliner and had a little nap while Billy and Hank and I talked on the back porch. When she woke up and was ready to go home I packed up the rest of the soup and half a loaf of bread and some leftover red cabbage and apples for her to take home. She told me to tell Mr. Moon that when he got deer sausage made to put her name in the hat for some.
I just love that lady. She's had a life and she's still full of wisdom, some of which I tapped today, asking for some advice on a subject that could have been a little tricky. I feel comfortable talking about anything to her. Anything at all.
When she got in the van to leave, I kissed her velvet-soft cheek and she kissed me back.
"I appreciate you, Mary," she said.
"And I appreciate you too," I told her.
And I hugged Billy hard. I know that a lot of who he is comes directly from the love of his grandparents and that is a good thing to remember because he is one of the finest men I know.
Also? He has an amazingly awesome beard.
Well, Mr. Moon has gone to auction and I'm alone again. Which is fine. It's been a good day and I got some things done and I got to visit with some people I love and feed them, too, which is a sort of holy rite for me. Throw in the fact that a visitor was comfortable enough to take a nap here, and well, I just feel like I did something right. And on some days, when the Agitato Meter goes into the red zone and the melancholy threatens to drift down and enfold me in a gray, damp web, that goes a long way to make everything better.
I picked arugula from my very own garden this evening and I'm going to go make a salad. Bitter greens and that will be sweet.
Another day of life. Here I am.