I'm THAT Grandmother

We had such a good time with our boy last night and this morning. While I was cooking supper, he and his Boppy were playing Wii games that they've been playing together since Owen was a little child. As I cooked pasta and made an Alfredo sauce, I could hear them laughing and yelling in excitement from the Glen Den. 
It made me so happy. 

While we ate, we watched a National Geographic special on Chichen Itza and recent findings from that site. It was fascinating and before we were done watching it, I'm sure that Owen was a tiny bit tired of us telling him, "We've seen that!" "We've been there!" "Boppy climbed all those steps!" "Look! It's the jade jaguar throne!" "Chac Mool! He's the rain god!"
Etc. 

As we watched, I was so grateful that we have seen at least that wonder of the world and I hoped with all of my heart that my grandchildren will get to see places of amazement too. 

After supper Owen and I talked about a lot of things. One of them was religion. He's been very influenced by his dad and other grandmother who take the kids to a church on Sundays. It's not really what you'd call an evangelical church- it's Lutheran- but it's a different sort of Lutheran church. I've been there two times. Once for a funeral and once for Owen's Baptism which Lily acceded to because it meant so much to Jason's mom and oh hell, why not? The church has a rock band and they sing praise songs and the spirit moves folks to stand up and put their arms in the air and close their eyes, and so forth. 
And I'm sure you know how I feel about all of this. 
The subject came up somehow related to communion and I, because I'm an asshole and because I am not afraid at all to tell the grandchildren what I think about religion, said something to the tune of, "And you know what communion is, right?"
And he said, "The body and blood of Jesus," and I said, "Yeah. Cannibalism."
Ooh boy. 
I should not have done that. If there's one thing I've learned in my many, many hours of listening to Mormon Stories podcast it's that if you present a believer with facts disproving their beliefs, the believer closes the door even tighter and holds their faith even closer. 
Oh well. He's fourteen years old and if he believes in a literal heaven and hell that's fine and he has a lot of time to figure out stuff on his own and there's nothing wrong with another adult in his life giving him a completely different viewpoint. 

But it ended fine and with a hug and a kiss and he took his shower and got in his bed and I'm pretty sure he was asleep within seconds. 

This morning of course I made pancakes and bacon. He kept thanking me for all of the "delicious foods" I'd made for him. I have to say that last night's supper was a feast. For sure. He and I talked more this morning but mostly about things we agree on like- we both hate milk. We talked about school a lot and he really likes his classes and is a bit surprised to find that he's quite good at math and science. His grades are terrific and he's taking all advanced classes. He is not thrilled with his Spanish teacher. 

So it was a very good visit and if he went away thinking that his Mer is a certified loon, well, I'm sure it's not the first time he's had that thought. He is just such a fine boy and he really does think and he really does care and he is kind. 

I've mostly spent the rest of the day just relaxing. There was nothing I had to do and so I didn't. I did finally get a pair of Mr. Moon's overalls mended. I've been working on that in short little bits for a month or more. 

I probably could have finished it in less than three hours if I'd just kept my butt on the couch and done it. But I didn't. While I finished up, I began watching a very sweet movie. I remember when I first saw the trailer of it quite a long time ago I thought, "I want to see that movie!" 

I'm about halfway through it and it's as sweet as it looked. 

I also finished listening to an audio book I started last week that thoroughly kept my attention. 

Excellently written characters and a story line that kept me involved. Terrific narrator. 

If you are triggered by hoarding disorder, probably not for you. If, however, you merely struggle as most of us do with letting things go but want to, helpful. 

I guess that's it. 

It's been a good weekend. 

Love...Ms. Moon