Saturday, December 11, 2021

We Had Visitors!

 Last night I finally had to go out to the garage to collect my husband for martini purposes. I am quite capable of making my own but I don't like to get started without him so I closed the chickens up, walked over to the garage, opened the door, walked through three bays and finally found him sitting in the engine well of one of the Camaros, fiddling with wires.
I laughed. 
"What are you doing?" I asked him. 
"Trying to figure out this damn wiring," he said. 
Well. Obviously.
He had no idea what time it was and in fact, had thought I was still asleep because when he'd left the house HOURS EARLIER I'd been taking a nap. 
"Lord, honey," I said. "I wasn't that tired."

Today was a good day. Jessie, August, and Levon came out to visit and since Jessie had told them in no uncertain terms that they would not be watching TV while they were here, not to even bother to ask, they asked immediately if we could read books. 
"You bet!" I said. 
But first they found the bag of fireball jawbreakers that their grandfather had bought on his journey back from Tennessee. Do not ask me why. Of course they HAD to try them, despite Jessie and I warning them. At first they shared one. 

Pretty soon the messiness of that operation overwhelmed us all and Levon got his own. Of course a few minutes after that, the real heat of the fireballs kicked in and they demanded water and soon after that they were easily persuaded to abandon the entire project. They were, however, delighted by their red tongues. 

And then there was some book reading and then some lunch and then we played cards. Also, August made his mother and me laugh a lot by demonstrating various varieties of snorting and inhaling. He can inhale so hard that his nostrils close, making him look somewhat like a snake. I did not, unfortunately, get a picture of that. 

All-in-all, it was completely delightful and I have missed seeing those guys so very much. They are funny and smart and they do love their Boppy and Mer and only part of that is because we spoil them to pieces. Well, not really. Just sort of. They know how much we love them and they respond to that. Same with Owen and Gibson and Maggie. I know I talk about this all the time but there truly is a special sort of bond between grandparents and grandchildren and it is a very grand thing. The knowledge children have that their grandparents just adore them has to make their hearts happy. 
It sure makes our hearts happy. 

Here's August's school picture. 

I love it so much! He chose that background himself. Little dude has a sense of style. 

In a way, school pictures are the greatest scam ever known. What kind of a parent doesn't buy school pictures of their precious babies? And who among us does not look back at those pictures and think, "Jesus Christ. Did I really look like that?"
Yes. Yes we did. 
And it's good to be reminded. It's good to remember how we looked and felt and were when we were so young. If we can. And in remembering, it makes our hearts so much more open and softer for our grandchildren, knowing what they have to go through, realizing that they too have deep thoughts and worries and dreams, even at that age because we did too. 

Well. As I so often say, that's enough of that. 

It's still warm, it's still humid, and I am still getting peppers galore. 

I am not complaining. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I prefer the picture of August with a red tongue. The school picture looks a little like one that might have been taken in a penitentiary for kids. He should be holding up a board with his unique prison number on it. Is August okay now after his recent poorliness?

    1. Don't all school pictures look a little like arrest photos? I think he's adorable.
      He is doing better. He has been put on an antibiotic and that's helping. He must have developed some secondary infection. Thank you for asking.

  2. Kids love that red mouth! Even if they're burning from the hot candy!

    1. It's so true. It's a sort of kid/candy/magic, isn't it?

  3. Ahhh, school pictures! Back in my day (geez, I’m really THAT old?!) the parents didn’t get proofs. They paid for exactly how many they needed and hoped for the best. My second grade pic was a doozy. Taken right after recess (who does that?), standing in line for the photo, someone told me my sweaty hair was a mess (hey, I took advantage of recess back in the day). So the love of my 8-year-old life (hi, Roger!) used his comb to fix it. We didn’t hand out pics that year, but Dad has always said it’s his favorite.

    1. Oh my. That is absolutely one of the sweetest love stories I've ever heard! Is Roger a hairdresser now? That would be perfect.
      I don't think we had proofs but we did have retake day. I don't know what you had to do to qualify for that because I definitely should have had a few of those.

  4. That top picture looks like the happiest man alive to me! And school pictures. Eeewww yuck to my own 'cos my mom used to cut our hair and we all had wonky fringes (bangs)! And I remember my oldest's first school picture. Somebody had hit him in the eye with a snowball the day before and he had a magnificent black eye - looked like we were beating him! Happy days though eh?

    1. He was pretty darn happy!
      As to school pictures and hair- I think that almost all of us look back and wonder what our mothers were thinking when they sent us to school looking like that.
      I'm sure your son's black-eye photo is one of your most cherished possessions. (Wink, wink)

  5. Oh, fireballs! I gather those boys aren't allowed to watch TV at home. Not a bad thing. And nothing better than getting lost in your work. As long as it doesn't interfere with martini time.

    1. No, they can watch TV at home but it's a pretty limited situation. I think that one of the reasons they love to spend the night here is because they get to watch TV from the time they wake up in the morning (with Boppy asleep in his chair beside them) until I get up. Heaven!
      And you are so right about getting lost in your work- I thought of that very same thing, Ellen.

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    1. Jessie and I were discussing that. I even asked August yesterday where he got those giant, beautiful brown eyes. He said, "I don't know. From you?" I'm blue-eyed so probably not. His daddy actually has large pretty brown eyes so I'm pretty sure that's where they came from.

  7. Always glad to read a story about those beautiful boys and a happy Mister Moon. x0x0 N2

  8. Love the school picture and the red tongues! I remember how exciting picture day was. I was always so careful to choose my favorite clothes on that day, and I was amazed by some of my fellow classmates who showed up in just any old thing!


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