Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The Usual


When I stopped to pee this morning on my walk, what did I find woven into the wild grape and similax? A tiny little ribbon snake. His body wasn't as big around as my finger, a mere baby, and he was not disturbed in the least at my presence and very generously allowed me to take his picture. I so often wonder what I am missing as I take these walks, as I trudge and sweat and wish to hell I was done. I often keep my eyes on the road in front of me and I do look up to see the trees and the sky but things like miniature snakes obviously slip past my radar. And it is a fact that we humans have brains which like to see the broad picture and sketch in the rest in order to free us up from constantly having to analyze and register and explain everything our eyes light on. This is of course good in some ways and sad in others. We lose our child-vision as we grow older but sometimes, if we take the time, we can use it again to truly see.

So I survived yet another walk and came home and did a few chores and this afternoon I went and picked up Owen and Gibson at the bus stop because their mama and sister had gone to the beach with some friends.
When the bus pulled up, I got out of my car as I do because I love to see those boys tumble off the bus and come racing towards me for hugs. Owen is a bit cooler with it than Gibson but he still shows me that he's glad I'm there. Gibson, of course, has to immediately share with me everything in his backpack and describe what I'm looking at in his always-outdoor-voice AND THERE IS GOING TO BE AN ICE CREAM PARTY ON THURSDAY and HIS TEACHER WAS BORN IN THE 19'S and HE HAD TWO THINGS HE HAD TO READ TO ME and OWEN HAS CANDY AND IT'S NOT FAIR and so on and so forth.
They buckled into the car and candy sharing was worked out and I told them that I thought we should go visit the Children's which is what we call the thrift store run by the people who save bad girls with the power of Jesus. The boys were ecstatic! We hadn't been to the Children's in forever so it was very exciting although honestly, there wasn't much to be found today. They both ended up with two stuffed toys apiece. A snake and a dolphin for Owen and a Buzz Lightyear and an extremely blue bear for Gibson. We always have a good time there though, sitting on chairs and couches to check their comfy quotient, discussing the toy offerings and deciding what to buy.

When we got home they did their homework and ate various foods for snacks and we went out and found two eggs and Dearie followed us around because that is what she does. We also checked on Violet who is still sitting and then they got to watch some TV.
I'm a terrible grandmother.

Before they left we went over to feed the goats and Dearie followed us around over there, too.


She has such a sweet and optimistic soul. Not unlike Gibson. 

So it was a good afternoon and I don't have any pictures of Owen because he was pretending to be a Werewolf and as we all know, it's damn hard to get a picture of a Werewolf. But here are two pictures of Magnolia June that Lily sent me. 



I bet that beautiful little girl slept all the way home. 

So that was my day and I have no real actual idea when my husband is coming home. For some reason, I just haven't asked him. He originally said nine days so either tomorrow or the next day, I suppose. I will be glad to have him back but I've gotten quite used to my own company and it makes me so happy to know that he's doing stuff outside that he loves that I'll be a little sad when he has to come back and go to work and deal with all the regular life stuff that he's been able to get away from for these few days. God knows that any man who has to deal with me needs some time off. 

In national news, the man who once claimed that he's "the guy who would take a bullet for the president" has now said under oath that he "worked at the direction of a candidate for federal office" for the purpose of illegally interfering in the 2016 election and we can be fairly certain he is not speaking about either Hillary Clinton or Bernie Sanders. 
And of course it hasn't been a real good day for Paul Manafort either. 
I wonder if Trump is feeling the scratchy fiber of the noose pulling ever tighter around his neck. 
So. Resignation? Impeachment? Arrest?

Yes, please!

And that's all I have to say about that right now. 
Okay, that's not true but it's enough for now. 

Peace...Ms. Moon



17 comments:

  1. I wonder about all the things I miss on my walks, too. That little snake is a beauty.

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    1. Isn't it? I felt a little blessed to have seen it.

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  2. I love you and this place I get to visit every day.

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    1. And I love you and the fact that you visit every day. Thank you.

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  3. Snake is a fabulous little creature, of course the children are, and the little skitter-by chicken. Made my day! Nearly through the book...do not want to finish it, I want to stay in it forever.
    Can not go outside because of the horrid smoke, seriously choking everyone. Deer laying low,birds not flying. Surreal light. Good to have this book to slide into and remember our bloody youth!!

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    1. Our bloody crazy youth! Yes!
      As I have said- after you finish reading it with your eyes, download the audio version. It is WONDERFUL!
      Lord, I hope the smoke clears soon for you.

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  4. as dry as it's been I've only seen one little snake so far this year, a little ribbon snake just like this one in the garage trying to hide beneath the construction materials. yeah, the boys get older and not so exuberant about showing affection or getting their pictures taken but they still love. as for Trump, well, any or all of the above. I wonder if he will try and pardon Manafort. I imagine not for Cohen since he threw Trump under the bus.

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    1. As wet as it's been here, I've been surprised that I haven't seen more snakes. I'm wondering if the chickens don't keep them under control. I've heard that they can.
      And yes- our boys still love us. And they always will.
      We will just have to wait and see what happens with this cluster fuck we call a presidency.

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  5. Gibson cracks me up. I can just hear him using that "always outside" voice! Please, yes, let's hope this is the beginning of the end of Trumplandia. I love the snake!

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    1. He is SO LOUD! Gibson, that is. And he is constantly calling me. "Mer?! Where are you?" He did this yesterday and I said, very quietly, "Right behind you, baby." And I was.

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  6. What a nice little snake.

    And Gibson! What a fun little guy he is. He always looks like he has a story or 50 to tell.

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    1. You nailed it, woman! He does always have a story to tell. He'll start talking to a total stranger as if he's known him all of his life. It's so precious and funny.

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  7. This sentence stopped me: "They did their homework..." I think it inspired some PTSD as homework was the absolute hardest part of parenting for me, not with my daughter so much as my son, who had to sharpen pencils and make tea several times each hour as the time spent on homework unspooled into the deep of night. I hope your grand boys are champion homework doers. My son was not. Love that happy photo of Gibson with his outdoor exuberance!

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    1. Well, we're talking about first grade and third grade homework. It took minutes. I remember that horrible homework struggle with my kids. It's horrible!

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    2. I do not regret a moment I spent not doing trivia.

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  8. lovely snake....... yes, we tend to miss things at times, don't we? Although we try not to.....the grace of those tiny things like bees and butterflies and snakes.... Gibson seems to have such a large personna, love it! Mermaid Magnolia probably did exhaust herself.......and goodness me......... I remain slightly hopeful that something will oust that nut out of office...... but I can't hold my breath that long since he's got *people*........ it makes me ill thinking about it.
    Susan M

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    1. Yeah. Trump has "people." All the best people.
      But that ain't working out so well for him, is it?
      Ugh, ugh, ugh.

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