And then, this morning when we let them out, there she was, trailing along with the rest. She'd been there all along and where? Had she buried herself in the hay?
Oh, who knows? Not us.
I slept for nine hours and forty-five minutes last night. I swear to god. I closed my eyes at eleven and woke up at six forty-five when Maurice came and tapped me on the face to tell me she would like to eat now, please. I got up, fed her, peed, thought about just getting up then and went back to bed and slept another two hours.
What the hell?
Mr. Moon and our across-the-street-neighbor have taken the dogs to get groomed and then to the grocery store to stock up for the island which will be their base for the fishing tournament this weekend. Man does not live on chili and cookies alone although I feel sure that man could if he had to.
They'll be leaving out sometime this afternoon and be gone until Sunday. Father's Day and Jason's birthday, as well. Tomorrow the boys will be here all day and then I will have that evening and all day Saturday and Saturday night to myself and quite frankly, I am looking forward to that. Maurice and I will make do just fine, I think. And oh yeah, the dogs and fourteen chickens.
Fourteen chickens.
What were we thinking? That we'd lose at least half, probably.
Next week the boys are coming to stay not for four weeks, as Owen would like, but for three nights. Lily and Jason are going to New Orleans to celebrate Jason's birthday and his promotion and to have a nice little getaway. This will be the longest separation ever for the boys and I feel quite certain they'll be fine. Now, whether Boppy and I will be fine is another matter but we'll probably survive. Perhaps I shall just teach Owen to make martinis and that would kill several birds with one stone right there.
As for Lily and Jason, I hope that they have a wonderful time and may I take this opportunity to remind them of a sign they have posted on their porch:
Not that another grandchild wouldn't be lovely but...
Anyway, I've taken my walk. The sky looked like this when I got about half a mile from home.
A man came walking across the pavement at the old deserted gas station and told me I better get on with it, I was about to get rained on. I thanked him for the information and sure enough, by the time I got out of the post office, it was raining nicely and I did get wet but it just felt good.
The blackberries are coming on.
Maybe I'll actually pick some. It's been such a good year, rain-wise, that there will be a bountiful number to pick.
All right. One more thing. Lily sent me a video last night and although it does show a little bit of boy butt in the bathtub I have to share it. She had found a cast-cover online that would allow the wearer to bathe and swim with it on and I ordered it and it got delivered to them yesterday. They went swimming and had a wonderful time and Gibson is just so happy to be back in the water.
Please note how their cat Parker is trying to preserve Gibson's modesty in the video and if you have any problems with your blood sugar, you might want to check it after viewing because, well, this is just Gibson being his sweet, sweet self.
And all is well and all is well and all is very, very well.
oh my, when he says love you i simply melt. you know, lily is an earth mother, she's so good at it and clearly loves it so maybe you should strap in and prepare for more grand babies. because you are a natural born mer mer and lily learned how to mother from somewhere, or rather someone who was amazing at it. I'm glad we get to share in the sugar.
ReplyDeleteSweet baby boy.
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okay, okay, okay, that was really cute. Sweet Jo
ReplyDeleteAngella- Jessie and I were talking on the phone today about how natural a mother Lily is. And how, in a way, we're so surprised about that. She never played with dolls very much BUT when she became an adolescent, she begged me for her very own chicken. I did not get her a chicken. I have since apologized. Obviously, she needed and was hardwired to nurture something living. She is an amazing mother. The best mother. Watching her be a mother is one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
ReplyDeleteBeth Coyote- And such a sweet baby butt. Those little valentine hearts of butts our babies have. He may hate me when he's older but I don't even care in this case.
Sweet Jo- Well. I think so. But, as I always say, I AM his grandmother.
Oh my heavens that tan line on Gibson is as yummy as baby feet. Ayla can refresh my mimosa if we're at Easter brunch and I don't care who looks askance, it's fantastic.
ReplyDeletehow cute is that child???
ReplyDeletechildren and chickens. that's what it's about
xo
Oh, I miss those Florida blackberries at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThe blackberries are ripe here. Just ate some the other night.
ReplyDeleteMs. Vesuvius- Jessie learned to make martinis at an early age. Hey- children need to earn their keep! It's not all about cute butts, right?
ReplyDeleteMichelle- It is for me. Kisses, woman.
Steve Reed- But I bet you don't miss the heat and thorns and snakes. But yes, the fruit is sweet.
Syd- Did you pick them yourself?
ReplyDeletenice!!!
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