Friday, October 19, 2018

Babies

When Maggie was here yesterday she noticed a net bag full of colored plastic balls in the pump house. The kind of balls they have in ball pits. A friend of ours picked them up at a Goodwill a few years ago and I don't think I've ever brought them out for the kids but as soon as my granddaughter got here this morning she was determined that she was going to play with those balls.
And let me say that when Magnolia June is determined, it is best for all concerned to let her follow the path of that particular determination.
I put her off for a little bit with some smoothie and cheese toast and she played with one of her dolls and rode the horse for awhile but then nothing would do but to get those balls.
Sigh.
I knew they were going to be dirty and I didn't quite know where to dump them to create a small ball pit so I ended up bringing them in the house where we put them in the bath tub. This was fun for a little while but as with so many cheap, colorful things, the pleasure fades quickly.


She did just about everything you can do with plastic balls in a dry bath tub including sorting them by color and by then she was as filthy as the balls were so I suggested that we put the balls back in their bag and that she could have a bath. She agreed that this was a good plan and she helped me to put all of the balls away, as determined and industrious as any two-year old I've ever seen, and then I ran her a bath and after that she had a short shower to wash off all of the bubbles. After all of that she was as clean as a bean and her hair was curly as it could be and then she wanted to play outside which we did. Of course the tractor was involved. 


So were the riding lawn mower and the four-wheeler and the old van. By the time she'd done all of that, she looked like this.


She's so funny. She wanted me to open the door to her Boppy's old truck so she could see inside it so I did. She looked around it and said, "WHAT??!! Oh my gosh!"
I have no idea what she was remarking on but it made me laugh. 

We did a lot of swinging on the porch swing and she had to frequently leave to go tend to a baby. "Be right back! Baby crying!" she'd say, and then she would go and come back. 

After she left, I walked into my old bedroom to find one of those babies safely tucked under the covers.


After awhile Lily came to pick her up with Gibson and he got to hold one of his grandbabies. 


As you can see, he is a very tender and careful grandfather. 

And all of that is mostly what I did today. I've checked on the chicks and Dearie many times and given them chopped apples and fresh water and more feed. They all seem as healthy as can be. 

And so it is Friday. They don't seem to be meeting at the church tonight. I have the air conditioning on for what I hope is the last time in 2018. I am going to cook a snapper. I think the lady who lives one house over across the street from me may have died. An ambulance left her place today which was not heading to the hospital and it did not have lights or siren. I know she's been very ill. I've never gotten to know this woman well. She stayed in her house most of the time although of course we would talk if we were both in our front yards at the same time. 

The presence of my beloveds who have passed seem to be close lately. I wonder if it's due to the proximity of Day of the Dead. I do not know but I think of them often and as tenderly as Gibson holds that chick. They come to me in dreams and they know and I know that they are dead but still, there they are. "Let's discuss that," I told Kathleen in a dream lately. But before we could, the dream was over. If she had wisdom to impart, I did not receive it and so I will be satisfied with what she and all of them gave me when they were here with voices to speak that I could understand. 
It is good to remember those things. 

Ay, it's time to cook. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. The balls went home with Maggie. 





20 comments:

  1. You are such an awesome grandmother! That is all....

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    1. I try to be. I just hope with all of my heart that when I'm long gone that my grandchildren remember me and smile. If that happens, I will have done my job.

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  2. Dear Mary Moon, you don't know me, but I'm sure you are a soul sister. I'm a bit older, 67. Our lives aren't much alike, but we both love going gently John Gray. I'm in Wisconsin, have only 1 son and one granddaughter (far away from me in KY), no chickens, no Costco, no hurricanes, really not anything, but I want to be your facebook friend. Please ask to be my friend: Dianne Mauth Daines @ facebook or ddlapew@gmail.co

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  3. For some reason I always assumed you lived out in the country, now I have to readjust my thinking. I think it was the tractor and chickens that made me think country.

    I'm cautiously hopeful about my son and his girlfriend. The gender reveal party is Nov 10th and I guess I'll find out if I have a granddaughter or a grandson, a lovely little grandbaby regardless.

    Miss Katie moves tomorrow and I'm also cautiously hopeful that things get better for her.

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    1. Well, it's a little complicated. I do live in a very, very rural area. We live on two acres plus a little bit and all behind me is woods and swamp but I do live on a street where there are neighbors. I always joke that I live in "Downtown Lloyd" because, well, there are six old houses at a crossroads here. And there are more houses but they get real spread out if you go down the road a little bit.
      So. Yes. Country in that I can have chickens and my neighbors have chickens and goats and used to have a donkey and a mule and a horse but a sort of neighborhood too.

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    2. Also- Yay for a grandbaby. I will hold hopes for all being well there and for Miss Katie in her new home, too!
      Let us know, okay?

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  4. I concur fully with Debbie’s sentiments! Your grandchildren are so very blessed!
    Loved seeing and reading about your morning with Maggie. She is too precious and her spunky independent streak and wilful ways will see her safely through life. She certainly is as bright as a button!

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    1. She will grow up to be as strong as her mama! I have great expectations for that girl.

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  5. colorful balls are fun for more than just 2 yr. olds. I discovered a bag of nerf balls (about the size of those plastic balls) during a party at one of my brothers-in-law's house one year and tossed a few bouncing them off people's heads. pretty soon nerf balls were flying everywhere and not just by me. some alcohol might have been involved.

    my friend Reya who is a shaman says that the dead are always close this time of year.

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    1. Sounds like a fun party!
      I think Reya may be correct.

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  6. I know Mr Moon has a business that has to do with used cars. Does the business have a web page? Thanks.

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    1. If you go here
      https://www.flagcu.com/borrow/vehicle-loan/
      you'll find his contact information. And no, you do not have to go through the credit union to use his services!

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  7. Gibson with his grandchicken makes me so happy. Has he named an of them?

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    1. They're all too much alike and there are too many of them to name yet. That will come. I guess.

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  8. Honey, I watched the baby chick video twice.
    Today, we can go on. Chickens hatch and their momma knows just what to do. We know what to do too.

    XXXXX Beth

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    1. Chickens give me such great hope and reassurance. I am so grateful they are in my life. I'm glad you liked the video. I did too! And I'm glad I got it when they were so young.

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  9. What lovely posts. Very soul-soothing.

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  10. I love the pic of Gibson with his "grandchild." Sounds like getting rid of those balls was a good thing, although I wonder how Lily feels about it? :)

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