Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Here's my guys standing by the world's comfiest couch. Owen didn't want to have his picture taken but he told me that because he knows how much I love him and because I'm pretty, he would do it.
He's going to go far in this world, that boy.
We had to go back to Japanica again. It's our favorite. Owen is in one of those stages where he just doesn't like to eat much of anything. His favorite snack is iceberg lettuce, cut up into a bowl. With nothing on it. BUT, the salad they serve at Japanica and the miso soup make him happy.
As soon as we got there Gibson demanded "beans!" Last time we went Uncle Hank showed him how to eat edamame in the pod and he wanted some more of that. When they brought the bowl out, he wanted it right in front of him and he ate about 90% of them. He, too, likes miso soup, as well as sushi, salad AND white rice. A lot. No problems with his appetite.
Before we picked up Owen and went to lunch, though, Lily and I went to Goodwill where I struck up a conversation with a woman in the middle of the dress rack. Turned out we both live in old houses in the country and so we neither one of us have much need for fancy clothes and I said something like, "Can I feed the chickens in it?" being my criteria and she said, "Oh, I don't have chickens anymore. Thank God!"
She then proceeded to tell me that chickens are the stupidest creatures on God's green earth so you know she could never be my friend. I just can't even imagine how anyone could spend twenty minutes watching chickens and think they were stupid. Maybe if they're in a cage...
But hell, how smart does anything in a cage look?
I told her I disagreed with her on that point and that I find them fascinating and then we parted ways.
And I'm tired tonight. I've begun packing which means I've filled a suitcase with a bunch of stuff I won't wear and nothing I probably will wear but it'll all work out. I've also packed (but not in my suitcase) olive oil and vinegar and coffee and stuff like that and tomorrow I'll pack a cooler with eggs and cheese. I promised one of our landlord guys that I'd bring them eggs and we'll want our own too. Might as well. I'm drowning in eggs.
And so it goes and tomorrow we shall go and I'm finishing up laundry and need to get a supper ready for Mr. Moon and there's another damn Scott/Crist debate happening and I could listen on the radio while I'm cooking but I might just wait for Stephen Colbert to tell me the good parts at a later date.
Let's all sleep well tonight, okay? Sweet dreams and all of that, and please believe me- chickens are NOT stupid. Humans frequently are, but chickens are wise in their ways.