Saturday, June 13, 2015

Saturday And No, I Don't Really Have A Point Here

Here's a little video I got last night.

We miss you so much and I'm having ice-cream.

Well, it is certainly nice to be missed but I am happy that today is the day my boys come home. Hank and Boppy and Owen.
I am so glad they all got to go away and have adventures but I am so glad they are all coming home.

I just talked to Mr. Moon and he told me that last night Owen went up to his cousin who is only a few months older than he is and he got very close, face-to-face, and he said, "I want to say something."
And she said, "Okay, you can say it."
"I love you," he said, and then they hugged and Mr. Moon died of the sweetness.
I don't think I've ever heard my husband sound so completely thrilled about anything in his life as he sounds about being able to take Owen off on that little trip.
"I finally got to have MY time with him," he said. And if that isn't the best, I don't know what is. Because of our situations, it's been me that's gotten to spend the most time with those boys and Mr. Moon hasn't resented that. He's known that that's the way it had to be. But he's always said, "I'll get my time."
And now he has. At least a little bit of it.

Ah well, the day is going by so quickly and I've done so very little. It's hot and steamy, the recent rains adding to the sauna-like effect of it all. I need, at the very least, to clean out the hen house. The weather thing says that it's 90.2 degrees but that it feels like 101.
Yeah. Whatever.

Maybe when Mr. Moon gets home we'll drive down to the river and jump in and cool off. Or he may be ready to just sit in his chair and rest up from his adventures.

On a completely different note, my favorite on-line quote from last night's Stones concert was: "They are not human."

The red zinnia opened up.

Lily's leg feels much better. 

So much love...Ms. Moon


  1. I decided this morning was the time to pull weeds around our house, and spent two hours doing it. Have I mentioned that I sweat like a Mexican? That's mostly because I'm Mexican, but I digress. After the weed pulling I went to the garden and pulled up all the green onions, then found our first green bean. I took a picture of it, picked it, and ate it! I also picked four banana peppers, and ate one of them, too. I'm hot and sweaty and have lots of inside work to do. But a 'cold front' is passing through, and it's a little breezy and the temp has dropped by six hubby and I are on the deck enjoying the hummingbirds. Life is good in Illinois!

  2. yes, so hot and no rain for us but we still have a chance as these storms are supposed to be around til about Wednesday. I would like to have chickens but I'm glad I don't have to clean out a hen house.

  3. 101..... it's June and in london I'm wearing cashmere!!! Still, am now proud owner of Patti Smith at the Roundhuse tickets ...... roll on October!!x

  4. Catrina- Perhaps I am part Mexican too! Sounds like a fine day in the garden to me.

    Ellen Abbott- To tell you the truth, it takes less time to clean out the hen house than it does to go to the store and buy eggs. BY FAR! I've stood in check-out lines longer than it takes me. It's not that big a deal. I just pop on some gloves and do it. Most of the poop is in the nests where they roost at night so it's easy to get to.

    Young At Heart- Oh my god! That's going to be a great concert! Cashmere? The very thought makes me want to die at this moment.

  5. OMG -zinnias. They are my new loves!

    It is so lovely to read a blog by someone who simply chronicles her everyday dayness.
    Just life.
    Beautifully described, mind you.


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