It is still raining and Mr. Moon and I decided to forego the parade. Hank's house is as big as a thimble and we may regret our decision but we'll live, I'm sure.
When we got up, we were undecided. But then I found out that Jason was off today and that he could go with Lily and the boys. Owen has been excited about the parade for days. He collected extra peppermints when we went to Fanny's for lunch on Thursday and said he was going to sell them to kids at the parade. So Lily felt like she had to take him. But did we have to be involved?
"Let them do what parents do," my wise husband said.
And so it goes.
I just looked up to see Elvis standing in the hen house, his gaze trained on the nest which I assume has a hen on it, trying to lay an egg. I wonder if she'd like some privacy.
"Hurry up," he's probably saying. "I don't have all day here."
Or maybe he was just taking a break from the rain.
I have no plans for today. Can't work in the garden. Well, I could but frankly, that sounds too much like mud wrestling which I've never once had a yen to do. I just discovered that the word "yen" comes from the late 19th century China where a "yan" was the craving of a drug addict.
So, no. No yen for mud wrestling or, to be more exact, weed wrestling in the mud.
I am going to make Mr. Moon some cookies to take to the island for his fishing trip. He sat in the kitchen this morning while I was making breakfast, trying to come up with ideas for feeding the guys. Things that would be quick, easy, and healthy. Real offshore fishing is hard damn work. Those men go out and come back exhausted and hungry. They don't feel like making a meal, either. They just want to eat and go to sleep and get up and do it all again.
"How about if I took a meatloaf over there?" Mr. Moon asked.
"Mmmmm," I said, sauteing the peppers and onions and mushrooms for our breakfast. "I could make you up a meatloaf I guess."
"Maybe just a big pot of soup," he said.
"You're determined to get me involved in this, aren't you?" I asked, breaking the eggs in a bowl. Two blue ones and a green.
"Yeah, sure. I could make you up a pot of venison and vegetable soup," I told him.
Why not? I have time.
I could make a few loaves of bread too. This actually sounds like a lovely thing to do today as it rains outside. Better than cleaning, I'll tell you that.
Sort of a perfect Saturday where the rain is falling and I can come out to the porch and therefore be inside and out at the same time. Watch Elvis and the Sister Wives as they parade around the yard. They won't be flinging beads or driving tiny motorcycles while wearing Fez's but that's okay with me. I mean, I do love a parade, I really do. I'm just getting old and lazy, I guess. Too much of a wuss to stand outside as the rain falls, praying the Shriners don't wreck their bikes on the wet road and require medical assistance.
Yeah, I'm rationalizing.
Do you remember this?
Man. I loved that movie.
You know what else I love? That I can go to Youtube, type in Big Chill, Jeff Goldblum, rationalization, and there it is.
Okay. Let's try this again.
And if you've never watched that, you really should because it's AWESOME and then to make it even more so, listen to this:
Okay. I could do this all day. But I won't.
Well, I might but I won't subject you to it.
I hope this has been as much fun for you as it has for me.
Oh wait. One more. I sat through an entire fucking movie for just this scene.
"Does this face look like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?"
No. It looks like it's been to the Fountain of yan. And lived to tell the tale.
Love you...Ms. Moon