My Tiny, Huge, Very Full Life

Well. Hmmm...
All is well. All is very well. My evening did not end up quite like I thought it would and it was fabulous!
I can't talk about it. I'm going to be mysterious and shit.
Haha!
Martinis were involved. As was the Great British Bake-Off.
Are you intrigued?
Sorry. Not telling.

Anyway, so good morning. Vergil went hunting this morning and shot his first deer and he is out in the garage as we speak, cleaning it. He was determined that August should grow up with deer in the freezer that his daddy provided and so he has made that happen. Lily and Jessie and the boys are on their way out and we may go to the Jefferson County Fair and Barbecue Cook Off which is being held right down the street at the Truck Stop in what is being called the Lloyd Arena which I find hysterical because honestly, it's just part of the huge amount of pavement down there but it might be fun. Do you think Owen would enjoy participating in the greased pig contest?
What? Is that even legal?
Oh. Who knows? The most important question is- will we get to eat any of that barbecue, that pound cake?
And after all of that, we might process some North Carolina apples. I am not exactly sure what that means but whatever it means, we might do it.

And so here I am, on a Saturday in November and it is still hot and muggy and Miss Camellia is looking ready for the stew pot although she is still alive and it has been a lovely, busy day already and Lily's supper last night was fabulous. She made a sort of Low Country boil with shrimps and crabs and sausage and corn and potatoes. My bread was good. I sat next to Owen who ate about eight crab legs and a piece of bread. Jason, who was serving the corn asked Owen if he wanted a piece.
"No," said Owen. "I don't like corn."
"Yes you do," said his daddy.
"No he doesn't," said his mama.
I love seeing this family in their new house. So much room, so much space, such a beautiful place.

Okay. Here's a picture I stole off Facebook.

Mr. Moon is missing all the fun.

And I see in the news that our president has nixed the Keystone Pipeline and that Ben Carson's wobbly house of cards is falling and that the Mormon Powers That Be hate gays so much that if two gay people live together, even under their legal married rights, their children can't be blessed or baptized in the faith until they turn eighteen and renounce their parents' sins.

You probably already knew all of this.

Good news/bad news. Sanity/insanity.

I'm just enjoying my life today. I hope you are enjoying yours.

Love...Ms. Moon