Can you see the little boy behind those animals?
That's Levon. I asked him if I could take his picture and he said that I could but to wait while he got ready. Getting ready involved picking up and holding a coyote puppet and an eagle puppet. We were in the antique store where the chaise lounge is that I thought I wanted a few weeks ago. The coyote and the eagle are not actually antiques and I'm not sure why they were there. Collectibles? They still had their original tags. One does not question certain things and the items in the upstairs part of an antique store is one of them.
A few days ago I asked Lily and Jessie if they would like to take a trip to Monticello sometime this week for Wag the Dog and antique shopping and lunch. They both said that would be wonderful and we arranged it for today. Thursday is not a day that Levon's in school so Jessie didn't have to pick him up at noon and he was such a fine boy that having him along was only a pleasure. We asked him at lunch if he liked being the only kid or if he missed August and Maggie who, before they started kindergarten, always came with us on these Monticello trips. He pondered for about half a second and then said, "August and Maggie. And Gibson. And all my family."
"You miss them?" we asked.
"Yes," he said. But he didn't make a fuss about it. I can't believe he's the only baby left and of course he's not a baby at all except he's our baby. He's a smart kid with ideas of his own and I don't think he appreciates my sudden kiss-and-hug attacks although I do always apologize and say, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it."
He gives me a look but he also slips his hand in mine when we're walking down the sidewalk.
So. Back to the chaise. I completely changed my mind about it today. Somehow it just didn't seem as lovely and when I tried to lounge on it, I noted that it really wasn't very comfortable and what's the point if it's not comfortable?
I feel as if I have closure now which is a relief.
I did buy Levon a hat that he wanted very much and I bought a little present for someone because I fell in love with it and thought that maybe the person I bought it for might fall in love with it too.
I hope so.
We went to lunch at the Rev, of course, and there were no car wrecks today so it wasn't nearly as exciting as the day Lis and I went there. But there were trucks for Levon to see, circling around the County Courthouse and he seemed to like his fried fish and french fries and again, he was a very sweet boy while his mama, his grandmama, and his aunt ate lunch and chatted.
She's double-masking. She's being as careful as she can be. But dear god, people are so stupid. She says that she's had a couple of people come in and ask for that livestock dewormer people think will cure them of covid and she has to tell them that no, the Co-op does NOT carry it and besides that, they need a prescription for it. From a VETERINARIAN!
And then I do something like watch a documentary like the one I watched on Netflix while I was shelling peas this afternoon, about drummers (this came out before Charlie Watts died) called "Count Me In" and I think about the sheer beauty of human beings playing the drums for no other reason than because they simply must and I think, Well, you know. Some things people do are pretty damn awesome. We might have a little bit of god stuff in us, twisted into that double helix.
And then I think about people refusing to get a vaccine but feeling absolutely fine about taking livestock dewormer and I think that we don't have that much god stuff in us. Not nearly enough, anyway. Or not most of us.