Last night when I had served the fellas their supper and was bringing my own bowl of chicken and dumplings in, this is what I found. Jack was obviously thinking he had a place at the table. He really does, though, as he always lays between me and Mr. Moon while we eat, hoping that a miracle will occur and we will offer him some tasty tidbits.
He is ever optimistic, that one.
Owen and Mr. Moon both proclaimed the chicken and dumplings the best ever and they were good. The dumplings were very nice and fluffy and I even had to make two batches- one with self-rising flour and buttermilk, and the second with self-rising flour, milk, and plain yogurt because I'd used up all the buttermilk. I know that I can add vinegar or lemon juice to make a fake buttermilk but the yogurt worked beautifully.
Gosh but we had a good time with our boy. He's just the sweetest. He wanted to go to bed early because that 5:00 a.m. wake-up call was going to come fast so he took his shower and got in the guest bed, fondly known as the most comfortable bed in the world.
And it is true.
Mr. Moon's alarm woke up me up this morning but I just rolled over and went back to sleep while the guys got up, put on their camo, loaded up their stuff, and headed out to the ponds. I got up late for me and I'm blaming it on Maurice who actually came and snuggled up to me after Glen left, and Lord knows I don't ever want to give that cat reason to become upset with me so I just stayed right there in bed having crazy dreams until I finally realized that unless I intended to sleep all day, I'd better get up. Maurice did give me one of her yowls of bitchiness but I was spry enough to get away from her before she could get her weapons out.
I found a pot of hot coffee, just made, and two sweet notes from my boys when I got to the kitchen. Glen always makes the coffee the night before and when he goes hunting in the early morning, he sets it for when he's going to get up and then he pours that into a thermos flask and makes me a separate pot, set to brew later.
Now that is love.
The guys had a great time. Glen sent me a video of an eagle, soaring over the water, looking for fish or a duck. And Owen told me that he'd loved it, especially the eagle and watching the dogs work with the hunters to retrieve their ducks. It's a whole world and I know that nothing could make Glen happier than to share it with his boy. It would not be my choice of something to share with a grandchild, of course, but it is my husband's and I am happy for him to have these opportunities. He is proud of the way Owen conducts himself on hunts and fishing trips, too. And they get to go to breakfast afterwards and eat like Real Men.
When they got back, Owen walked with me down to the post office and I was really surprised to see all the cars at the farmer's market organized by the My Gypsy Soul Boutique lady. Good for her! We didn't buy anything but it looked like other people were. I wanted to go to the PO because I'd gotten notification that a puzzle I'd ordered from eBay had been delivered and it had been.
I have so very, very much that I am grateful for. And yet, as I have confessed before, sometimes these things, these riches, only serve to make me feel guiltier because how can I have all of this and still so often find myself sad?