Owen and I had a fine morning and we packed his things up and I packed up green beans and pickles and cucumbers and an eggplant to take to his mama and we drove to his house down the red clay road under the bowing oaks beside the horse and cow pastures, the neighborhood of little Jim Walters houses with dog pens out front and bigger places, more hidden from view with tall, wide-board fences.
Maggie was wearing the dress I made her with her little brown shoes and lacy socks, a lady-baby, my granddaughter. We piled into Lily's car and went to Japanica because we were hungry and it is summer and Owen gets to go to his favorite restaurant once again.
We had our miso soups and our salads with the ginger dressing which I would drink from the container it comes in if I could get away with it and then ate our sushis and our tempuras and our rice.
We had a moment on the comfy couch as you can see in the picture at the top of the post and Maggie screamed in joy as Owen tickled her.
Then on we went to the Goodwill book store where Owen talked me into two books and a game and Maggie got two books and I got one book and Owen offered the very nice attendant one of his candies from Japanica.
After that, Costco because of course we needed to go to Costco and I got enough garlic for many, many pickles and we got apples and nuts and raspberries and juice bars and there were so many samples and Owen saved all of his in a special area in the cart to eat on his way home. A veritable buffet of cheese and yogurt and popcorn and I don't know what all. Back to Lily's house and I came home and took a little nap and now I've got seven more pints of dill pickles in the canner about to come out. It's been raining and it's coolish and I am thinking about my grandson who asked me today what I would do if I was very young and had it all to do over again and then later, what divorce had felt like.
Seven years old.
Well. From vine to jar.
POP say the jars as their lids suck in and a seal is made and I shut off the flame from beneath the canning kettle.
Another day in this small life.