Thursday, July 18, 2019

My Babies

Because I really needed to get out of the house today I went with Lily and her children to town where we went to the library, to lunch, to Publix. I didn't need anything, really, except to be around people, to be be forced to talk, to interact, to hold little hands in my own.
When I got to Lily's house I was happy to see Sammy who appeared to be as cheerful and happy as an old small dog can be. He sniffed me and let me pet him and the children told me all about how he's doing. The only problem they're having is that the cats are upset and one of them is peeing and pooping in Owen's bed which, as all of us cat people know, is how they express their vast displeasure.

Anyway, we all got into Lily's van and drove to the library where books and movies were checked out. And then we got into quite the debate about where to eat for lunch. Lily and Owen wanted to go to Persis, the Indian buffet. Gibson did not. He wanted to go to Jason's Deli because they have all-you-can-eat ice cream and also, there's a guy who works there who jokes with Gibson and Gibson adores him. I didn't care. When I'm in the anxiety phase of life eating is not my top priority. We did end up at Persis, Gibson having been bribed by the promise of being able to watch his movie first when they got home. He had picked out "The Brave Little Toaster" which he claimed to be his favorite movie. Persis which was good, as always. After Owen finished his three plates of butter chicken and rice he laid down on the settee by the door and listened to the audio book he'd checked out at the library. "The Little Prince."

He was a happy boy. 

Then on to Publix where Lily and the boys went in and Maggie and I stayed in the car. Every now and then Maggie would say, "I like you, Mer." 
"I like you, Maggie," I would answer. "And I love you."
She was watching some duckie thing on her mother's phone that she loves. She also told me, out of the blue, that she used to be a grandmother when she was big. 
Interesting. I tried to get more information about this but that was all she seemed to have to say about the matter. 

And then we drove back to Lily's house where Sammy greeted us with more fancy and athletic prancing and dancing than one would expect from a ten year old dog. Dang but he's cute. I like him because although he is friendly and enthusiastic he does not appear to be clingy and needy. And by the way- yes, they are keeping him. The trial period is over. 

And then I came home and here I am and oh- by the way- one of the five young chickens got slaughtered in the night by some predator. Probably a raccoon or a possum. So very sad but as we all know by now, it happens. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that it's taken this long for one to be killed. None of the other chickens seem to be much perturbed but I have not gotten one egg today and that, I believe is the telling sign. 

And so I've gotten through another day and I'm okay. 
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay. As okay as anyone can expect to be in these strange and awful times. 
I'm holding on to love. 

Truly...Ms. Moon


  1. Ach, sorry about the chicken. And commiserations to Lily and Owen regarding the cat!

  2. Sorry about your chicken...and the cat pee in Owen's bed. You do a great job of holding on to love and giving it to family and friends. Wishing you a peaceful night.

  3. love is all we have. that Maggie, an old memory slipped through.

  4. glad you had a good for the cat pee in Owen's bed. Cats....... they sure have a way of making their distaste known. Sorry to hear about your chickens demise...... it is a fact of life,........but never a welcomed occurrence. I'm sorry
    Susan M

  5. I do hope the cat can come to terms with the new housemate. Cat's have opinion and voice, too. Hope this one can work it out,

  6. oh my- your Maggie child gets me in the heart , like a balloon blown up to just about popping and then it doesn't.
    So sorry about the little chickens, how disappointing- sad for the mother's I am sure even though chickens do not have very many facial expressions- I imagine frowns.

  7. It's good that you have family nearby to sustain and distract you in your low and anxious times. Imagine what it might be like if you had no one out there to provide that kind of support.

  8. I'm glad you got (another) day out and about! I think Maggie must be in touch with one of her past lives.

    I'm so bummed about the loss of the baby chicken. But that is slightly mitigated by the fact that Sammy has found a home.

  9. Getting out of the house is a good thing specially with grands. The world is weird, sometimes good often bad but always weird.

  10. I had a very old patient years ago who was thanking me for taking care of her in the middle of the night and who assured me that she would take care of me as an old woman, in her next life. Who knows?

    Glad you got out and saw your grandkids, always a boon for the soul.

  11. Ahhh where is Gibson's Photo?

  12. Ten years old is middle aged for a dog that small. He could live 10 or 15 more.

  13. Precious children. They grow so fast!

  14. Maggie is so adorable. It’s such a pleasure to have known, in some part, your grandchildren since birth, and watched them grow and heard their sweet stories —


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