I Wonder What We'll Have For Breakfast Tomorrow?

Yesterday when I was getting out of the car when we got home from our lunch with Maggie, I saw that the roses on the back of the pump house were blooming. I almost cried. The color of these roses is the deepest, darkest red I've ever seen. I'm pretty sure these blooms come from the rootstock of the rose which is a crazy wild-looking thing that I cannot prune enough to control it. The other roses on the vines are a pale, dainty pink. 

Every year I try to clean and weed the bed those roses are in and prune them back hard and every year they look as if I've never touched them or the ground they grow in. Also, they have thorns like the teeth of a piranha. They will cut a bitch. 

But I doubt I'd ever try to get rid of them. In their wildness they are a sort of perfection. 

We had another lunch out today at Chow Time which is where the kids chose to go. Glen and I were doing an August and Levon pick-up after they spent the night with Lily and the cuzzies. 

Here's what they looked like after lunch.

You might note that Levon looks a little under the weather. And he is. Lily called me last night to say that he'd thrown up but seemed pretty okay. We decided not to tell Jessie because what could she do? She'd just worry and feel guilty for not being with him which is ridiculous but you know how that goes. 
Mothers.

This morning he had his cereal and seemed fine but he felt warm to me when I hugged him at Chow Time and looked and acted a little puny and barely ate. August ate so much that I told his mother on the phone a little while ago that they had to shut the restaurant down after we left because he'd eaten all the food and there was none left. 
That was a little hyperbolic but the kid did put it away. 
Maggie charmed me by bringing the new stuffed bobcat we bought her yesterday and had fixed her up all fancy in a dress I made for a doll of hers. It fit perfectly and the bobcat looked quite elegant and ready for a ball. 

We brought the boys home and I took Levon's temperature. He had a little one and I ran up (haha- I drove) to the GDDG and got some kids' tylenol and kids' ibuprofen. I gave him a dose of the ibuprofen and just a little while ago he was happily eating boiled peanuts with his brother and his grandfather, all of them watching the Masters Tournament which, as I understand it, is a very big thing in the world of golf. 
The boys did let me read them two books on the swing on the porch outside the guest room and I loved them for that. Otherwise, it's been golf, golf, and more golf. I just don't think Levon feels like going outside and kicking bamboo and frankly, I don't either. 

I'm going to go finish cooking our supper. The kids chose chicken and dumplings ONCE AGAIN and all is done except for making the dumplings and putting them into the pot to cook. I want to get them to bed at a reasonable hour. I doubt they got a huge amount of sleep last night. 

Oh! We have reached an agreement with the owners of the cabin and it will soon be ours and when I say, "we" or "ours" I mean, of course, Glen. Yes, yes, it's all our money but this is his dream, his project, his new reason for joy. How could I not support that? 

I will say though that they better get some GeeDee internet out there and some cell service too. 

If the fucking apocalypse is about to happen, I need to know.

I just read the article HERE. 

Pretty sure I might vomit before the night is over too. 

Love...Ms. Moon