The Holiday Recital

Yesterday I did everything and today I did nothing. 
Comparably, anyway. By the time I got up, Mr. Moon was already over at Mood Plaza, dealing with the problem that is so overwhelming that I can't even really comprehend it but the gist of it is that many, many ceiling tiles and much insulation is going to have to be cleaned out and replaced AND the hospice thrift store that is hoping to open soon has already gotten about half the space filled with donations. And rats have been involved. 
How's that? 

We were completely and absolutely unaware that we had rats in that building but here we are. 

So he's worked all day. Vergil helped him a little this morning but he's going to have to hire a crew. An entire crew. The man cannot do this by himself. 
He's on his way home right now. Those two boys in the picture are here, already watching TV because that's the sort of grandmother I am. I'm just tired this evening for no good reason. All I did was go to a piano and voice recital and that was rather pleasant. Levon was the second one on the program and he did very well and August was fourth and he did well too. When August walked back to his seat, Levon got off of his mother's lap and came over to August and hugged and hugged him. 
I was astounded and it was beautiful. 

He let go of his hug after a long minute but August grabbed him back and they hugged some more. Then they both got as close to Mama as they could, the little boys' legs entwined with each others, August with his arm on his brother's belly. 
They still remind me of puppies. Litter mates who sometimes nip and paw and growl at each other and then fall asleep curled up together.  
There is video of them playing but I don't have it at this moment. 

After we'd been back here for awhile, I asked them if they'd like to go out to the garden with me. This was before the TV was on. "No," they said. They were building Lincoln Logs. But before I'd started picking our salad greens, Levon had burst out of the house and joined me and then August followed. Sweet little guys. 

They asked if we were having chicken and dumplings tonight and I said that no, we were having pizza and when they realized I was making it "out of scratch" as August said, they were delighted. Let's hope they are after they eat this pizza. 

Jessie's been reading Harry Potter to them and they just finished Book One. Luckily, I have Book Two and they asked me if we could start that tonight. I told them that yes, we can definitely do that. I read so many of those books to Jessie and it was a special time in our life. I am very much looking forward to reading to her sons tonight. 

I better get busy in the kitchen. Pizza is one of those things that I always think will take no time at all to make and then it takes hours and I'm mystified as to why, every time. I've made the dough which is rising and I've grated my Parmesan but I need to cut the vegetables and olives and artichoke hearts and drain the pineapple. I got pre-cut pepperoni at Publix yesterday. It shouldn't take that long...
She said.

Here's a lousy picture I took of the moon and a few stars last night.

The pecan limbs give it a nice, witchy, eerie feel, don't they? One thing you just really cannot do with an iPhone (or at least I can't) is to take good pictures of the moon. 

And here are two pictures that Lily sent this morning.

Gibson and his gal-pal before the Winter Dance they attended together. Aren't they adorable? 

And here's Ms. Magnolia at soccer again.

How much do we love the skort and yellow socks? That girl. She is going to rule the world. If she wants to. If she doesn't, she will not. That pretty much sums up Magnolia June. 

Boppy's home and in the shower. I better start chopping peppers and onions for three sweet boys' supper.

Love...Ms. Moon