Eh

 It's been a little iffy today. I started out feeling pretty good except for lingering anxiety. I can't seem to shake it and everything seems so monumental to me, even the simplest of things. 
Oh god how I wish I could logic my way out of this shit. But as I discovered a long time ago, the brain is what the brain is fighting and that does no good whatsoever. It's a no-win situation. 

And then I figured that eating some pizza for lunch would be okay and turns out it wasn't. We were rushing to get out of the house to go pick up August and take him to gymnastics where we would meet up with Levon who had gone home from school with a buddy who also goes to that class and his mama was bringing our boy. I had no decent leftovers and there was a pizza in the freezer and well...
Yeah. 

It was so precious to see August. Boppy "owed" him some ice cream because he'd taken Levon to get some a few months ago so we gave August the choice of going to an ice cream place for a cone OR to go to a convenience store and get an ice cream bar or ice cream sandwich or something of that ilk. He chose the convenience store. Good call! He got some sort of strawberry and graham cracker ice cream sandwich, picking it out immediately, and he loved it. 

And then we went to gymnastics but we were very early so we explored a little holding pond and field behind the building. I can remember when an old man plowed those acres with a mule. I am not making this up. There are lovely little cypress trees growing up around the pond. 

And then of course the boy had to climb down into the cement part of the engineered water pathway. 

Culvert? Whatever. 

He wanted so badly to go through the tunnel but we wouldn't let him. I'm sure he would have been fine. There was barely any water but as I told him, "It's not the safe thing to do." And we saw a dead snake up on the grass which may or may not have been a water moccasin so that made us even more leery. His dad probably would have crawled through with him but Mer and Bop are not so spry. And we are old and more prone to worry.

Gymnastics was fine although not all of the little boys were listening to Coach Tai today. I have no idea if that's how her/their name is spelled. Tye? Anyway, I was very pleased to see that August and Levon were the best listeners and the best behaved. And they had a great time. 

So that is the story of today. I am making this short because I want to at least start answering comments from yesterday's post. Y'all were amazing and loving and kind and generous in them. I am grateful. 

And as to naming the black kitty- I asked Mr. Moon about that today and he said, "I don't think we need to start naming it at this point." 
I agree. That cat is not going to make its way into this house with Jack and Maurice guarding the cat door with their malicious intensity. 
But if I did name it, I think I would call it "Sheba." 

Love...Ms. Moon