Our Girl

She is here! I went to pick her up at after-school and we had such a lovely conversation on the way home. When we got to our house she exclaimed, "We're here! My favorite place in the world!" 
Now you know that made me so happy. 

She wanted to do her puzzle first thing so she worked on hers and I worked on mine. She insisted that it would fit on the table and she was right. Next, we smushed down the rising bread dough and she helped me roll it into a loaf. She is very excited about having that with her meatballs and spaghetti and she and I will make the meatballs here in a moment. 

Before she got here I spent the day doing homey things and also took the trash where I saw Miss Shelly, a woman I met on my walks long ago. We have a mutual affection. We bitch about our weight and talk about our yards and so forth. It was really nice to see her. She told me what that bus-stop looking bench is for. It's where Amazon workers wait for the vehicle that picks them up to take them to work at the giant distribution facility one interstate exit away. We both agreed that we were glad we weren't working there. 

Candie was here today and so my house is nice and clean and I did the bed sheets because I actually take great pleasure in that whole process. After I made the bed up I brought out Dorothy Anne, Rosa, Emily, Zippy, and the baby monkey that Lily made me when she was a little girl to greet Maggie when she got here. 

When Maggie saw them she said, "It's like they're waiting for me!" 
"They are," I said. She put her things in that room because as usual, she will be sleeping with me. I always give her the option of sleeping in the guest room. I assure her we have night lights and that the bed is so cozy but she always politely declines and says she'd rather sleep with me. She's a good sleeper so that's okay. And Mr. Moon probably loves sleeping in the guest room.
I ain't gonna lie. I snore.  

And of course she had to play with her Linda Sue treasures. 

Some of my little dolls made their way into her imaginary world too. That girl can create an entire alternate universe to step into at the drop of a hat. I love how she always wants to do the same things every time she's here. Today she wanted to play with one of the very old pillow-cover dolls that were Hank's and May's when they were little. So I let her. 

"You better put her up now," she said. "She makes me nervous that I'll break her."

She asked me a little while ago if it bothered me that she asks me so many question. I told her that no, I loved it when she asked me questions.
"Because it makes you feel smart?" she asked. 
"No, because it makes me feel needed," I said. 

And that's the truth of it. 

Off to make meat-balls!

Love...Ms. Moon