The young men arrived this morning ready for adventure and excitement and possible TV watching and their grandmother made them pose with a chicken on their heads. I know someone gave me that funny, flat little hen but I can't remember who. She always sat on the range hood and when Mr. Moon took it out last Sunday, I removed her and threw her in the wash for a good cleaning.
She needed it as would anything that sits that close to a stove top for a long time.
And let me assure you that although Levon looks a bit sad in that picture, he was just holding very...very... still so that the chicken would stay perched.
I made oatmeal for everyone with raisins and apples. The boys had already had a breakfast or two but they happily ate a bowl of the gluey goop.
I can't stand oatmeal. I used to love it and I think I ate way too much of it over the years and now I would just rather not. Thank you, though. I do manage to get a bowl down every now and then but today was not one of those days. And please don't tell me to try the Scotch long-cooking oats or to add this or that to the oatmeal to make it more, uh, edible, because I've tried everything.
There was a lot of fun to be had this morning. Mostly with Boppy. Some TV watching. Then out to the yard where the sky was blue and the air was crispy, to pick up sticks. August operated the grabber and Levon pulled the cart. They make an excellent team. Mr. Moon and I helped without the aid of a grabber and we got a nice cartful to put on the burn pile. Then it was time to get out the metal detector. Or, as Levon called it, the metal protector.
Either way it had to be put together.
How I love all their hands, their grandfather's so big and theirs still so small but so capable. Levon's hands are pudgy little boy hands and August's hands are, and have been since he was born, slender and rather elegant. One of the things I respect most about these guys is how they listen and follow directions. When it came time to put the batteries in, Mr. Moon showed them how to do it and instead of yelling, "Let me, let me! I know how!" August watched quietly and carefully and when Boppy said, "Okay, you do this one," he was able to do it perfectly. And Levon is so patient with the process. He knows that his time will come.
They didn't find anything today while detecting but that was okay. They had a good time. They came in and I gave the boys some bowls of soy yogurt with strawberries cut up in it which they loved, and I cooked their dairy-free, gluten-free pizza and they got to watch more TV while they ate it. While the pizza was cooking, we read a few books.
And then it was time to go. Mr. Moon had traded cars with Jessie so that she could run her errands in my car and he could take the boys into town in her car so that there was no moving of the car seats which is a real challenge and chore.
It was so quiet after they left and I finally made myself go back out and pull up the rest of that probably-turmeric. It was even harder this time because it was all around the bananas, choking them. And this was a bigger clump of it but I finished it up.
Doesn't look very impressive, does it? But the cart is filled with prunings of the plants and that black yard bag is filled with roots. So I got that part done and it won't be long before the bananas come back and I'll be planting whatever it is that I plant in that little space. I'm not sure yet what that will be. My next yard chore is definitely to get the potatoes and peas into the ground. It is time. I just need to consult with Farmer Moon to get his thoughts on where and how to plant. He has his theories and I have mine...
It's all a learning process, even after all these years.
The misery and deaths caused by the winter storms and power outages have not abated and I cannot possibly imagine what it's like to be quite literally powerless in that situation. When I lived in Denver I constantly wondered what people would do in the frigid cold if all the power went out. I looked around at the lack of trees and thought, "There isn't even any wood to burn."
It's horrifying and more storms to come.
Meanwhile here in North Florida, the temperatures are mild. We are probably going to start getting more rain tonight through tomorrow but that's nothing. More water in the aquifer.
I have been informed by my husband that no, tomorrow is NOT the day the stove will be hooked up. It's merely the day the stove is going to be moved into the house. I am not sure where it's going to be stashed but we'll figure it out. The actual installation requires a backsplash made of stainless steel, the range hood, and the conversion of the system from one sort of gas to another. This must all be coordinated like a rocket launch and it ain't happening tomorrow.
Oh well. Life will certainly go on. Pinto beans and cornbread will be eaten eventually.
Today August declared that his grandfather should be called "Humongous." This amused me to no end. I am just grateful that he did not say the same to me.
I sure do love those boys. And their grandfather, Mr. Humongous.
Stay warm, people. Stay warm, stay safe, stay sane.