Think someone's glad to be home? Think someone's glad to have her home?
And since they've been here, they've been on the computer and phone, lining up appointments to go see houses in Tallahassee tomorrow.
"Maybe one of them is OUR house," Jessie said.
Owen called. "Have you seen Jessie?" he asked.
"Yes, would you like to speak with her?"
And he did. He had no desire to talk to me whatsoever. I understand.
They brought their lovely dog, Greta. Greta was actually here when Maurice first showed up and she had no apparent opinion of Greta at that time. She simply ignored her. This time, however, was different. It is now, according to Maurice, her house and her territory. She hissed at Greta and then followed her outside, stalking her as if she was a tiger and Greta an antelope. And then, suddenly, she ran and pounced on Greta. Poor Greta. Thank goodness she is so well trained because the second Vergil yelled, "No!" she stopped in her tracks and did not retaliate and Maurice ran off across the yard.
They'll work it out. Every time Greta walks by her, Maurice gets a mohawk. She's sitting in a chair in the kitchen, keeping a wary eye out.
I asked Jessie what she thought about the Buster/Dolly situation.
"Let's take them in tomorrow." she said.
So. There is that.
And so it goes.
Making the broth for the chicken and dumplings. I don't make traditional chicken and dumplings but I don't feel like going into it right now. Let's just say that there are a lot of vegetables involved that would cause traditional cooks to make faces, if not downright cry.
There's carrots in there too.
All right. That's all I care to discuss right now. I have to go cook some green beans and visit with my husband and my daughter and her husband.
The Adventure has begun.