This is what's happening at my house right now. That and two boys, one of whom just got a very cool hair cut and one of whom sent me a picture of the Rolling Stones AND a hibiscus today via text, are playing wii with their grandfather and also, meatballs are cooking and bread is rising.
They are going to be spending the night and tomorrow we may go do our annual back-to-school shoe shopping and then go to the museum downtown which we have been meaning to go to all summer. School starts on Monday so it's now or never.
Or, at least not for awhile.
They have one of the mastodon skeletons they pulled out of Wakulla Springs there and no matter how many times I see it I get the shivers and feel awe and wonder. They also have Spanish treasure pulled from the depths of Florida's coast and a lot of other stuff. I like that museum.
We shall see and I am sure a lot of this will depend on just how much sleep I get tonight.
I did take a nap before the kids got here and I'm sure that helped. I took a walk this morning and I waited until way too late and it was too fucking hot. It took me all day to cool down and that is the literal truth.
Here's what heat looks like.
I must like torture.
It had to be ninety out there and I missed the hours of shade. But can you see the nicely trimmed grass?
I met my new across-the-street neighbor. When our neighbor Pat died, her daughters put her sweet little house up for sale and a young man named Jose (whom I have not met) bought it and he and his cousin Eddie have been working like crazy repairing and painting and getting it ready for Eddie and his wife to move in as they are going to rent it. Eddie told me all of this today when I took some eggs over to him. He promised that when his wife makes tacos, they will bring me some of those.
Eddie just seemed as sweet as could be. I wonder if they have children. I did not ask.
Speaking of children, I better get back in the house and see what Ms. Magnolia is up to. Oh wait! She's just come out onto the porch and is now running to go pet Jack who is on a chair under the Bradford pears. She loves Jack. She does not love Scratch, aka Maurice.
Oh Lord. Now the child is running towards the hen house. I better go see what she's doing.
I'll report in tomorrow. I'm sure it will be a long day with plenty to talk about.