That's not true.
Here's a pyramid representation:
It's sort of how I try to eat anyway but lately I've really been trying harder. To the point where the delicious salad I ate at Fanny's today was pretty sinful in my own estimation. But damn, it was so good.
We had a great time at Fanny's with the boys. It's warm enough to sit outside now and so the boys can run and play. And of course, we got to see May and Taylor and that's always the best.
I actually got a shot of Owen and Gibson holding hands on our way back to the car.
Owen had been promised that if he was very, very good we would go by the animal shelter to see if we could find a friend for Parker, their new kitty. Parker has more energy than the family can handle reasonably and it always seems better to have two kitties to play with each other. More on that later. But the point here was that Owen WAS being very, very good and was holding his brother's hand to keep him safe.
Here he is climbing a whatever-you-call-it.
And here's a picture he took of me and his mother.
So we ate our lunch and then we went to Publix and then we went to the animal shelter but all the kitties had some illness which precluded taking them to homes where there was another pet. So that was sad. But Owen was cheerful about it. He knows there will be more kittens.
And that has been my day. Eating and shopping and playing with my grandsons. Once again, I am exhausted but once again, it has been a full day.
Mr. Moon will be home soon and I have a skillet going with some chicken breasts and onions and peppers and garlic and zucchini and mushrooms and spinach and tomatoes. Is that it? I think so. That sounds Mediterranean, right? There's olive oil in there. There will be some whole grain pasta.
The boys will be here tomorrow night for supper and I asked Owen what he wants me to cook.
"Macaroni and cheese," he said first off. "And do you have cucumbers?"
"Yes," I said. "I do."
"Cucumbers. Do you have oranges?"
"I will buy some."
"Good. That's all."
Lily said, "Owen, that sounds like what you eat every other night at our house."
"Well, he knows he likes it. And Boppy will like it too," I told her.
And so tomorrow night's dinner is all planned out and this means I don't have a care in the world.
Oh! The chicks are getting their combs!
Can you see them? I still haven't named these babies. I think it is about time, though. I really do. Which one should be "Nineteen"?
I'm not sure I'll ever be able to tell the two yellow ones apart. I am thinking of naming them Chi-Chi and Cha-Cha and then it won't really matter.
The Bradford Pears are starting to bloom in my yard. And with that, I have given you all the news from Lloyd, or at least my tiny part of it.
Love and kisses...Ms. Moon