In Which I Admit My Error And Frailties

Here we have the birthday boy opening a present this morning with his brother watching intently. Levon is generally more excited about presents than August, even if August is the one getting them. And they are very good about sharing and not being resentful. I love that about them. 

All right. You want to know how great and wonderful a grandmother I am? Well, first of all, I am not going to the pizza party at the park and secondly, August turned ten today, not eleven, and I can't believe I made that mistake but I did and although I am not happy that I could make an error like that, I am comforted that he really is only ten and thus, it will be three more years until he's a true teenager. Same for Magnolia June. 

The reason I'm not going to the pizza party is that I...just...can't. The FKS (fucking kidney stone) is doing whatever it does down there and my lower back hurts like hell and I just feel rather shitty. I mean, I could force myself but there are going to be PEOPLE there and noise and activity and all that other stuff and I would just cry which is not a good look for Old Granny. I talked to August and although I'm not SURE he understands, I think he does. He and Levon will probably be coming over here on Thursday as they're out of school that day and Jessie has to work Wednesday night and possibly Thursday night as well, and she'll need to sleep. So the boys and I can do something birthday-ish then. I have no idea what but something. 
But of course I feel guilty and Mr. Moon didn't go either because he just got back from town and he's not really feeling great himself. I know this because when I got up at quarter to nine, he was asleep in his chair and that is not like him at all. Maybe it's still the reaction to the covid vaccine. Who knows? 
Not me. 

I also feel guilty because I did make it to town today to pick up my dresses and go to Publix. Surprisingly, the alterations lady was very cheerful and even asked how I was doing. I appreciated that. I needed some cheer. 

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Can you tell which of these things is not like the others? Yes. You're right. Somehow I have managed to accrue four dresses in different shades of Cozumel blue and they are the ones I wear the most. They are all the same brand and they are all linen. Some are quite old, some much newer, some in-between. Some came from eBay, some did not. The one in the middle there is not only completely different in color, it's a different brand and it's cotton, rather than linen. That was one of the dresses I got altered. It's a fun dress but the linen ones are my go-to's in the summers. And they all have pockets. All of them. Of course. 

Mr. Moon will be heading up to Bainbridge again tomorrow and I have made a giant pot of venison/beef and vegetable soup so that he can take enough with him to last the week if that's what he wants. It has so many vegetables. Vegetables we grew, vegetables we did not. It has protein, fiber, and what I am sure are many different types of nutrients. Nutrients is a rather vague word, isn't it? But we know we need them! 

Now here's something that does not seem to require nutrients.

After spending a night in the water, the Cuban oregano or Mexican mint is standing up and saluting! I'm almost a little afraid of this plant. 

I cannot end without saying here that Jessie, not unlike Lily, is a goddess birth-giver. I wrote a post about the day August was born, of course, and you can find it HERE but I will tell you that it is a little more personal, mostly because it was a home birth which is so much more down-to-earth and also, that it is long. So. You can just skip the whole thing and look at this instead.

I am a birth story junkie but I realize that not everyone is. 

Tomorrow I am going to GET SOME THINGS DONE! I swear and I declare that things will be accomplished, that productivity will be produced and that projects will be tackled and even finished. 

In my dreams. 

Love...Ms. Moon