Well, except for the unrelenting tormenting pestilence of the gnats and mosquitoes whenever we were outside, it was a very fine day. Owen wanted Boppy to put him up a Tarzan rope off the tower and so his Boppy did. There was a lot of Tarzan yelling and swinging. And Vergil and Mr. Moon did a lot of tree trimming and so my mulberry tree may now grow straight up instead of leaning towards the west to find sunlight. They used some of the branches to make the tower a secret agent spy clubhouse and/or a Tarzan tree house and/or a deer stand.
Let me just say that Owen is going to sleep very, very well tonight. And that he really needs a bath.
Those boys were so happy to be here with not only Mer and Boppy but with Mommy and Jessie and Vergil too. It was their dream of heaven. And then our Melissa showed up! When it came time to leave, Owen had a very hard time. He wanted so badly to stay until night time. His mother, however, is still recovering from the pukes and was very tired and needed to get home and when he left he kissed me sweetly and promises were made about the next time we get together and all is well.
Melissa is going to stay here for part of the time when we're in Mexico so I showed her where the chicken feed is and explained how we do it all and gave her the cat and dog-feeding instructions. She and Jessie have been best friends and then bandmates since, oh, before they hit puberty. So Melissa is one of my girls and I love her to pieces. She is part of our tribe.
Here's Gibson, feeding scratch to the baby chickens.
He is growing up way too fast. I asked him if he wanted to hold Nicey and he said, "No. Too big."
And there you go. When Boppy and Vergil and Owen took a trailer of junk that Mr. Moon cleaned out of the garage to the dump, he saw them leaving and wailed, "Boppy!" and so we let him go too which meant riding the one block to the trash place in front of his grandfather and behind his brother on the four-wheeler while Vergil rode on the trailer.
Big doin's in Lloyd today, y'all.
Now I'm caramelizing onions to to make a broth for a little venison pot roast with potatoes and carrots and guess who just showed back up?
No. I AM NOT GOING TO FEED HER!
Oh my good sweet baby Jesus. Those onions smell good.
That cat is not stupid.