We Gather Together, Once Again. This Time For Jessie

 My hallway smells of magnolia. It is such a very fine way for a hall to smell. Perhaps the finest. Glen brought two magnolia blossoms to lunch today, one for his magnolia birthed daughter and one for her mama. When I saw him walking up with them, my heart was happy. 
That one tightened itself back up when I got it home but it will open again tomorrow, fully, and that may be its last day. They are very short-lived. Aren't those leaves stunning? What a beautiful, beautiful plant. 

Rachel, Lily, Jessie and I met before lunch at the nail salon and got pedicures. We all chose blues and greens this time. I suppose that's because those are the colors of summer. The OPI color I chose is a pretty blue and the name of it is "Rich Girls and Po' Boys." 
OPI has the best polish color names. For anyone who may not know, a Po Boy is a sandwich, generally made of shrimp or oysters on a long roll with lettuce and tomato and some kind of a sauce, often a hot sauce. They are delicious. New Orleans is famous for them. What any of that has to do with blue nail polish, I do not know, but the next time I go to get my toenails painted, I very well might remember the name of the color I liked. 

I'd show you a picture but at the moment there is not one of my body parts that I find even remotely attractive, not even a toe. 

We ladies had a good time but I swear, I hate having someone sitting literally at my feet, attending to them in all of their calloused condition. They do make them soft and better looking and it is relaxing but it just does not seem right to me. But does not going and not giving them business help them in any way? 
Too bad that John Stewart Mill never tackled this question. Or Sartre. Or Plato. 

But the deed was done and I tipped well I think, so there is that. And then we went to the Mexican restaurant with the big porch and fairly fast service, all of us except for Lauren, May, and Michael who were working. We missed them. 

Rachel took the picture. I like it because you can barely see me. Owen chose to sit by me and I could not have felt more honored. Levon was being a bit of a drama king there. He is silly around his mama. 

Sometimes she is silly around him. 

But when it comes to discussing basketball, which is Levon's most recent obsession, he is as serious as he can be. It's like he's a grown man in a little boy body suit and a little boy voice, discussing LeBron James versus Magic Johnson. Or, new players. Or teams. Or plays. 

Just do a google search for "John Deere tractor kid," and you can find many, many videos of a little boy who talks about tractors the way Levon talks about basketball. 
Levon, as we all know, was born a little man.

And I got to talk with Owen which was terrific. I can't tell you how proud I am of that boy. It was a very good time all around. 

When we left, we went through the hugs ritual. Everybody hugging everybody and saying, "I love you."

I made the kiddos pose for me. 

Yes. They were being goofy. 
As children should be.

Came home, watered the porch plants. Look at these stalks of blooms on the star begonia.

Glen has spent all day long except for the time he was at lunch helping our friend Chip with a trailer hitch situation. 
A hitch sitch as one might say. 
All day. He's still working on it now. 
Glen Moon truly is one of the best men on earth. 

And even with such a great day and knowing I have such a wonderful husband, I'm in a mood. Not one I care to discuss but the words "what the fuck" cover a lot of it. Also, yesterday I discovered a place on my thigh which was itching and red and looked too much like a tick bite to ignore. But I did. Because why not? There was no tick or tick head in it that I could see. 
Today it looks worse. 
And I am sure it is a tick bite. I've had enough of those to know. Has Lyme Disease finally caught up with me? I'll get it checked out if it doesn't clear up immediately. I promise. No need to tell me that it's important. I know. 

I believe I better get outside and get my hands dirty tomorrow. I need it more than the yard does and the yard is desperate for help. 

Please forgive me for all of the negativity in yesterday's post and in my responses to comments. I hope with all of my heart that I work my way through this attitude of mine which is quite dark. It just has to happen in my own time and in my own ways. I trust you to understand. 

Love...Ms. Moon