Well, another day of getting a few things done along with a visit from Jessie and August and Levon. Some days Jessie finds it easier to bring the boys over here so that she can do virtual school with August while Levon hangs out with me. And I enjoy spending time with that little guy. He may be rowdy at home when his mother is trying to concentrate on August's schooling but he's sweet here when he has me all to himself. August is going to go back to school soon. Covid cases in the schools have dropped and it is quite obvious that August is really not enjoying his learning time every day. It's just so hard for a kindergartener. And Levon has already started going back to his little preschool a few days a week and he likes it. I asked him today what he does at school.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Nothing? What? Do you just sit in a chair and think?"
"No. I hang out."
Today before school time started in my kitchen, we all had lunch. We finished up the soup I made last week and I was so glad for it not to go to waste. For a bribe and a special treat, cake was promised for when lessons were over AND- they could watch a little TV while they ate the cake.
This was like the best promise that could ever have been made.
Levon wanted to read books and you know how I feel about that.
YES! YES! YES!
Lately he's been loving the book "Banjo Granny."
"A billion," he said.
And I'm sure that I've read it two billion times to Owen and Gibson. And yet, somehow I never tire of reading it. I think it's because there are different voices and absurdly dramatic situations that I can get all actor-y with. Reading books out loud, especially to children, satisfies my dramatic and literary needs to a T.
Let's face it- I am a drama queen. I never really had true aspirations to the stage and/or screen but I surely have loved the time I've spent pretending to be someone else in the service of the little bit of acting I have done and I'm glad I've gotten to do it and will always remember it with great fondness and a little bit of pride.
Ain't nobody like my baby.
Before they left, Jessie tried to catch some chickens to take home but I think we're going to have to do it at night when they're on the roost. How in the world anyone catches a chicken to cut its head off is beyond me. She really wants Fancy Pants and it would make me very happy to know that he has his own flock because his life is so lonely now.
No I had not and it was definitely NOT in my wallet where it lives.
I went out and searched the car.
Drove BACK to the post office and looked in the parking lot and went inside and asked the post mistress if she'd found it. She had not.
I was mystified. Also, feeling ridiculous.
I finally did a more thorough search of the car and found it in that no-man's land between the seat and the center console.