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.
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's all a learning process, even after all these years.
It's horrifying and more storms to come.
Oh well. Life will certainly go on. Pinto beans and cornbread will be eaten eventually.