I took a shower as soon as I got home and that helped. Jessie called to see if she could come out with the boys. She's going a little crazy trying to keep them happy at the house and she was ready to pick out the chickens she wants to take home. Mr. Moon and I are going to have to get them on the roost while they're sleepy and docile and keep them overnight in a dog kennel to take to her. Catching chickens is not something I want to do when they're fully awake and aware. Those little birds can run fast and, as I always say- they can fly if they want to. Plus, it traumatizes them so best to just pick them up at night while they're drowsing.
I made chili and it's been simmering for most of the day. I picked another gallon of green beans and looked up recipes for dilly beans. I located some canning jars and I think I have enough spices in the freezer and vinegar in the cabinet to make getting the canning kettle out worthwhile. My goal for tomorrow is to make those.
And then Jessie and the boys arrived and Holy Mother, I have sinned. I let them come in the house. Okay, I asked them to come in the house. And I let the boys play in the Glen Den and we interacted and I read books to August. Oh hell, we even-pretend talked on the phone to Boppy on one of the old plug-in phones that I keep around in case of power outages. The same phone.
I'm about as successful at keeping socially distant from the kids now as I was at the age of seventeen at not having sex with my boyfriend.
That's not just a funny thing to say, either. It feels that powerful. Remember what it was like to ache with longing for what we'd been told over and over and over again was evil and dangerous? It's like that, except not evil and somehow, even when we were teenagers we knew that sex wasn't evil if it was with someone we loved or thought we loved and it was consensual. So very, very consensual.
But yes, it was dangerous, especially in those times when contraception was hard to get although I doubt that it's exactly easy now.
And I know that being this close to anyone can be dangerous but I ache and I long to let them come to me and ask me to help put a toy together, to get closer and closer on the couch as I read a book to them.
August's haircut is very short and he has those Audrey Hepburn eyes now.
Jessie cut Levon's hair and it's a more normal cut. Shorter, but not quite so shocking.
So we did all of those things and August wanted to play a CD so I let him. He picked out his mama's band's CD which is his favorite. He showed me his dance moves which mostly involve running up and down the hall and doing fawn-like leaps and fancy kicks. While he was doing that, Levon was outside with Jessie, picking out which chickens she wants and pulling the old rusted, busted wagon around.
When it was time for them to go I gave Jessie some of my chili and also some sourdough starter. I showed her how to feed it. She had brought me a prescription that needed picking up and also some beer. Pandemic trades. Actually, I still owe her.
It has been raining on and off all day. It's sprinkling now but with constancy. The frogs are singing in joyful celebration, the garden is sucking up what it needs.
Beloved Grady Doctor has just posted for the first time in a long time. I think we all need to hear what she has to say. Go HERE.
Y'all be safe. As safe as you can.
In Ohio, where the governor has been more sensible than most, it's OK to mix essentially quarantined families with the same. I.e., grandparents and g'kids and parents in between, though limiting to ten. I totally agree with that, so I'm sending it down to you, and you can say "It's my Ohio coming out." Or, "Some crazy g'ma in Ohio let me do it." Or, just do it. Like you just did.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the Grady link.
If the children are fine, so should you be, as long as the adults who work outside don't bring anything in...Have a sweet night.ReplyDelete
As Joanne half-suggested, just think of Florida as the southern Ohio. You've now just got to learn the Ohioan state song:-ReplyDelete
Beautiful Ohio, where the golden grain
Dwarf the lovely flowers in the summer rain.
Cities rising high, silhouette the sky.
Freedom is supreme in this majestic land;
Mighty factories seem to hum in tune, so grand.
Beautiful Ohio, thy wonders are in view,
Land where my dreams all come true!
I like the boys' haircuts. They're so cute. I'm surprised you've been able to resist inviting them inside for this long, to be honest. I don't blame you a bit for needing to get your hands on your precious kids and grandkids. If masses of idiots can party like nothing is going on then I don't see the issue with some close knit family interaction. You're all being careful and I think Joanne makes a good point!ReplyDelete
On Sunday, we had a socially distanced birthday party at DD's for my six year old grandson. First time together in 2.5 months. Ten of us were able to make it--all family members--four grandchildren under six. Had a meal together, cupcakes. The grandkids drove around on the almost 6's two battery-driven vehicles, chasing each other and laughing gleefully. Followed up with a nerf-ball chase with Grandpa (wore him out). We were all beyond happy to be together again--though v hard not to hug coming and going. As we got ready to leave, the littles forgot all about social distancing and ran up to me, throwing their arms around my waist to hug me good-bye. What a feeling.ReplyDelete
I think people are getting sick of social distancing now aren't they. And there's no way you can keep that up with grandchildren so I can't say I blame you for having the boys in your house. And I absolutely hate heat and humidity. After all these years I still say the two worst places I've ever been (and only because of the heat and humidity) are Darwin and Mackay in Australia. Absolute hell on a lollipop stick!ReplyDelete
we've been getting rain three nights in a row but I'm not hearing frogs. where are they? this little neighborhood is too urban I guess for all the wildness I let happen in my yard. you and Mr. Moon are safe, Jessie and the boys are safe. let the hugs happen. us humans need physical contact.ReplyDelete
I think it makes perfect sense for you to share some indoor quality time with the grandkids. As I've said before, we all have to weigh risk and benefit in each situation. Glad you've been feeling better today! I like August's haircut. When I was little I had a crew cut. It was the thing then, I guess.ReplyDelete
I have never noticed August's eyes being that huge before the shaved head !!! WOW your babies are incredibly gorgeous, all of them. I don't think you broke the law either, I am amazed that you could hold off for so long. I had to get a tall glass of gin having read beloved Grady Doctor's post to keep from getting all puffyredeyedbawling faced. Damn this country , I am so sad. We are so sad.ReplyDelete