Well, look who came strolling back to check the food bowl this morning. I have no idea where she was but she's here now. I have to admit I was cheered by the sight of her and scurried right into the kitchen to get a fresh bowl of gourmet Kirkland brand kibbles to serve her royal highness.
Jessie texted this morning to tell me that work did not need her although they might later. Being a nurse on the mommy/baby unit is like that. One day they might have a whole bunch of mama's who just had their babies and the next, not so much. Scheduling can be complicated. But as it got closer to Levon's pick-up time, she told me that it was looking more like she was going in so I told her I'd just go ahead and get the boy and bring him home and go from there and sure enough, we hadn't been home for fifteen minutes before she was called in.
It was another cracking, pouring, ground-shaking storm when I got Levon and in fact, the rain was coming down so hard I could not see three feet in front of me so I just pulled my car over and we sat it out for a little while. No way I was driving my baby through that. We discussed lightening and he asked me what happened when lightening strikes the water and so I had to look that up because I didn't really know and it turns out that it spreads when it hits water because of the water's conductivity and in fact, fish can be electrocuted by lightening. Whoa!
Then we talked about people getting struck by lightening and could it kill them and I told him that yes, yes it could, but there are people who have been struck by lightening several times who are not dead. He proceeded to tell me a TRUE story about watching a video with his dad wherein someone got struck by lightening and died and his daddy cried so much that Levon went outside but it was lightening out there so he "hopped back into the house" and by now his father was screaming so Levon had to put his hand over his dad's face.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Somehow I'm not sure I believe you," I told him.
He insisted it was true.
He's a hoot.
Here he is putting together a floor puzzle (not the one I bought yesterday) on their table.
We watched a few videos of the largest sea creatures that have washed up on beaches and also, a video of a giant octopus battling a shark.
Spoiler alert: The octopus wins handily.
And having said all of that I realize that I am as judgmental as anyone and probably more so than many. But at least I admit it.
It has rained so much here in the past few days that the garden cart is FULL of water. That's my rain gauge. But right now the sky is clear and evening is coming on and I had a good day with those boys and I need to go make our supper.
I hope that all is well with you.
The mother of two teen age boys and the mother of three grown teen age girls were commiserating. They agreed the trouble with teen age boys is "they don't tell you anything!" The mother of girls in her day fielded calls from the mothers of boys who wanted to know what was being studied in school. I wonder if August or Levon will be like that.ReplyDelete
I have no idea. We'll have to see. Interesting theory, though. I think all teens go through a stage when they don't really want to share anything with their parents.Delete
those boys are so beautiful....in heart and body.....it stuns me. They are jewels in your life! and I am SO happy Sheba has returned!ReplyDelete
PS. what are the marks on Levon's abdomen? Looks like he got *cupping* therapy!Delete
No. Levon loves body art and those are probably faded "tattoos." He wants Jessie to constantly draw watches on his wrist. And she does. She's very good at it.Delete
They are my jewels. All my grandkids.
That cat knows what side her bread is buttered.ReplyDelete
Your babies are the cutest. You are making happy memories.
I really wonder what they'll remember. We were looking at old pictures yesterday and August wanted to believe that he remembered everything. At one point he said, "I remember that," and I said, "No you don't. You weren't there."Delete
But I really do hope they remember a lot of our times together.
How lucky you are to have such great grandsons! It sounds like you all enjoy each other’s company😊I love thunderstorms- after a long, hot and humid day I feel cheated if we don’t get a storm out of it!😄-but I have deep respect forReplyDelete
them! Have a sweet evening.. xo, Rigmor
I feel the same way about storms, Rigmor! They can save us during the summers.Delete
The cat's baaack! I'm very happy to see her.ReplyDelete
Also having had our house hit by lightning once I'm very, well, respectful, of it. And the deafening explosion as it hit, blowing out the wiring and sending my short curly hair literally straight up. And the smell of ozone. I was feeding my newborn at the time, too. He was quite unworried.
That experience of being in a building struck by lightning is unique and unforgettable. It is so frightening until you figure out that you're still alive. It's majestic too though.Delete
My mother would call profane language "vulgar". Now there's a word for ya, VULGAR! Of course i disagreed, there are no words that can work sometimes other than shitfuck. Glad to see the little black cat. Levon's story is hilarious, and he cried so hard!!ReplyDelete
"Vulgar" always brings to mind "vinegar" to me. Which I suppose is a little bit appropriate. Not fit for human mouths? But god, I do fucking love to swear.Delete
Levon is so funny. I loved the part about where his father was SCREAMING. Somehow this is something I cannot see Vergil every doing.
I love those floor puzzles. I don't mind vulgar language, but I do mind the over use of it unnecessarily in books (and so-called "comedy" shows), if it fits the story, fine but if it doesn't come across as "right" I tend to not finish that particular book. I'm glad you and your garden got so much rain.ReplyDelete
Well, in the case of this book, it certainly fits. These guys came up on the streets and that was their language. Still is in some instances.Delete
There's a soccer pitch near where my brother used to live in South Wales that seems to get hit by lightning on a regular basis and they've no idea why!ReplyDelete
That's so weird!Delete
Please forgive me for responding like an English teacher. Over here in England we have two similar words that are often confused - lightning and lightening. "Lightning" is used for the violent electrical cracks in the sky that often precede thunder. "Lightening" with an "e" is usually more gentle. It may describe lightening the load on a donkey's back or lightening the colour of the trees in a painting, Obviously there are differences between American English and English English but I believe that the rule applies in America too. No profanities now!ReplyDelete
Oh my god! I should be so embarrassed! Somehow though, I am not. And honestly, when it lightnings, it does lighten things too. I suppose that's where my brain was going. I don't know if I've ever in my life realized the proper spelling of the word. Thanks, Mr. P!Delete
Forget the no profanities thing. You know me better than that.
Your English expression is usually outstanding so thanks for taking this on the chin like a proper trooper. I appreciate it.Delete
I'm glad Sheba is back. I had a feeling she would be.ReplyDelete
That's a good question about lightning hitting water. I wouldn't have known that either! How come we never see any electrocuted fish? Or do we, and we just don't know they're electrocuted? Or do they sink to the bottom or get eaten promptly? Questions beget more questions.
Yes. You said she'd be back. That reassured me.Delete
Maybe people DO see electrocuted fish. I'll have to ask Mr. Moon if he's ever seen any.
glad to see Sheba back. I do like black cats. and I do like profanity. except like you I don't consider those words profane or vulgar. you know what is? war, hate, bigotry, etc. anyway I have to police myself at SHARE being around all those churchy people. they'd all be shocked and swooning if I was to use language freely.ReplyDelete
Black cats are definitely some of my favorite. And you are so right about the words that are truly profane and vulgar.Delete
I hate it when I have to watch my mouth but for some reason, I am pretty good at it when the kids are around. But yeah, when I'm around older church ladies I really try hard not to be flinging cuss words about.
I am not put off by profanity in conversation unless I'm being sworn at. However, I will admit that it makes me irritated to hear a bunch of grown ass 'men' dropping the 'f' bomb in very loud conversation while standing in line at McDonalds, with kids standing everywhere. There is no need for that, and I think that's trashy.ReplyDelete
How's that for a woman trying hard to lose her own judgemental attitudes?
Also. I can swear pretty good myself. I try not to, but sometimes, life just hands you a moment where the only reasonable thing to do is to swear. It doesn't have to even be loudly to be cathartic.
True story about swearing: I was driving my car with a small blond haired poppet in the back. (That poppet is my 33 year old daughter now). I was approaching a traffic light. It was green and I don't even know why, but I started to slow down. I chided myself for that ("It's green, dummy!) and suddenly, a car ran a red light coming the other way. It was the closest I've ever come to having an accident without actually having an accident, and it scared the crrrrrrrrrrrap out of me. I just blurted the most unfortunate curse word you can imagine. Fast forward: the following Sunday morning, we are headed to church. I am nervous because it is my first time leading service and my (then) husband was bitching about something I'd done wrong. He just would not let up. I was nervous and he was going on, and I said, "Please. Will you please stop." and from the back seat, a child sweetly said, "Mommy? Is Daddy being a (&%$%^(&?" Dear God. I did not answer "Why, yes, darling, he is..." For his part, he was screaming mad then, and he screamed the rest of the way to church. It was okay though. He didn't swear. I was the hypocrite.
30 years later, that story is still a legend in our family, and it is always prefaced by "Do you remember when you taught Cara how to swear?"
You know what made me howl? One sentence: "The octopus wins handily."
What a great story! I love it! Sometimes you just have to say a curse word in front of a child and your example is perfect. Now the darn thing about that is that of course the child will remember that word AND use it while you can tell them a million times to pick up their dirty clothes after their baths and they will never remember.Delete
And you know what? I am totally with you when people are cursing around kids in public. There is just no need for that. Inappropriate.
I said "pissed" once in front of my Mom and she got really upset about me using a "swear word". Now, words like pissed and crap aren't even considered swear words anymore. My daughter once told me that the "f" word is just a word and "no big deal, Mom". I still feel guilty if I use it, tho, as my Mom would be so unhappy about that!?!ReplyDelete
I said "shit" once in front of my mom and she said, "Don't you use language like that around me." By the end of her life though, she was pretty comfortable doing a little cussing herself.Delete
I’ll confess to being judgmental too. Sometimes. I know I tend to make judgments about people who feel the need to fly flags from their vehicles . Happy to see Sheba back! Guess she’s going to force herself to eat the Kirkland kibble. Hope all is well with you too! Much love.ReplyDelete
Oh god, Barbara! Me too! I mean, if I see a Trump sticker on a car or one of his signs in a yard I immediately assume that the people who put them there are complete idiot assholes.Delete
But then again, that's probably true.
I think Sheba may have found an auxiliary source of cat food. She's still coming around but not as regularly.