A Private Dance Party Did Occur

We're having our regular afternoon/early evening thunderstorm and although this one isn't extremely thunderous, it has still cooled the air and the rain is nice. Gentle, rather than pounding. Mr. Moon has not yet returned from fishing but I think he will be home soon. They came in off the water earlier today than usual and I'm not sure why but it may have been because there was a young'un onboard. I really don't know how young but he's the grandson of Big Debby. 
Who is Big Debbie? you may ask. Well, here in the United States of America we have a company called Little Debbie that makes all sorts of delicious chemically enhanced and infused dessert products, most of them individually wrapped snack cakes. Oh. Excuse me. Snak Cakes. 

That's Little Debbie. 
I think this may be a Southern oriented treat situation. I am not sure. Here are a few of their classic snak cakes.

I believe I have only ever tried the Oatmeal Creme Pies and the Nutty Buddy's but they are both delicious. The oatmeal creme pies are the best in my opinion. Oh, that delicious chewy, sort of gooey oatmeal cookie surrounding that definitely not found in nature cream filling. Or, creme filling. Sorry. It is a taste treat like no other. 
So, Big Debbie is a Little Debbie distributor and he is big, from what I've heard, and he is very good at bringing Little Debbie products wherever he goes and so, he is known as Big Debbie. He fishes with the crew quite frequently and asks everyone what their favorite snak is and then he loads them up. 
They freeze nicely. 
Now I haven't had a Little Debbie in a very long time and I don't really miss them but in a moment of need, I would probably eat one. If it was an Oatmeal Creme, at least. 
So Big Debbie's son and Big Debbie's grandson were on the boat today. Big Debbie, Little Debbie, and Littlest Debbie. 
I am awaiting the report. 

Speaking of food that's probably not the best for you, I met Lily, Lauren, Owen, Gibson, and Magnolia at Chow Time today where we had a lovely meal. I find it so amusing that Maggie's favorite foods there are sushi and chicken on a stick and miso soup. Give that girl a spoonful of tofu wrapped in seaweed in the miso broth and she is a happy child. 
How did that happen? Also, how did THIS happen?

And why are Owen's eyes always semi-closed? That's just the way he is. He is getting so big. When I gave him a hug, I could barely reach up high enough to get my arms around anything but his middle. Forget putting my head on his shoulder. I would need a step-stool. Gibson is getting there, Maggie too. She informed me today that she is going into the fifth grade this year. I told her that I was aware of this and that I am very proud of her. She's looking forward to school starting because school is at least not boring except when it is boring and then it's boring. She told me a long story about taking a stuffie to her best friend because the best friend was going through some unhappiness which I can't remember at the time as to the specifics, and Owen had to be bribed to drive her there. I think he was promised an order of chicken wings. This reminded me of Hank's story about when I would force him to go to Publix for me when he was young. 
Some things never change. 
Somehow we got on the topic of how much I embarrassed Lily when she was young just by my very presence on earth. She agreed that yes, that was the way it had been. 
I remember that well. So very, very well. And now, she does the same to Owen although Owen denies it. We then got into talking about mothers who may perhaps walk around with very little clothing on and how embarrassing THAT can be if it happens inadvertently when a child's friend is over and I looked at Owen and said, "See. It could be worse."
"You're right," he said. 
And by the way. That was NOT me. I don't think. 
We also discussed other kids who have two mothers although Lauren says that she does NOT claim to be a mother. Still, somehow, I think the kids sort of see her that way. As a parental presence, anyway. And she certainly does a lot of parental type things like picking them up or taking them places or just generally being there for them. Always. Lily told me that there were two other kids on Maggie's softball team who had two mothers. 
"Who?" Maggie asked. Lily told her their names but Maggie couldn't remember one of them. Lily described her as best she could and then said, "And she has two mothers!" 
It appears that the children of two mothers are often enrolled in softball. We are not surprised. 
After lunch, Maggie and Lily and I all went to Oak Tree treasures where Lily got a few things and I got two vintagey-looking pillowcases. I don't think they actually ARE vintage but I like them anyway. 

Pillowcases don't take up much room, do they? 

Now let us get to the meat of today's discussion and answer the burning question I am sure you all have which is, Ms. Moon! Did you make another martini and dance in the hallway?
You betcha. That was the most dancing I've done in many, many years. And it was glorious. I danced my little heart out to the entire new album and guess what? 
It is good. 
It is not good like, "Well, that's pretty good for some old dudes in their eighties."
No. It was just good. Damn good. And very, very danceable. The songs were amazing, Mick sounds like a boy-man. I'm not sure he's ever sounded better. Ronnie Wood's guitar playing is sharp and clear and clean. And Keith is right there with him, doing what he calls the ancient art of guitar weaving. 
He always gets at least one song per album which is his. He probably almost entirely wrote it and he sings it. Keith's voice is not what we would traditionally call a great one. It is rough and gravely and is his and his alone. But it is as real as granite, as true to himself as his face. The song he does on this album is called "Some of Us". It's a slow and humble plea to a lover. Or at least that's what it sounds like to me. 

"Yeah, 'cause all we need's a little loving
Yeah, just a hug or just a squeeze
You know that we can't get everything

But some of us are on our knees
Some of us are on our knees

Begging for it

Some of us are on our knees."

The last song on the album is "Beautiful Delilah" which was written by Chuck Berry and it is pure blues and rock. The Stones played it at their first American gig in 1964 and here it is again, so simply arranged, acoustic guitar and slide guitar. Mick's voice is simple too, doing what he started out doing with Keith, paying homage to Black American blues musicians. The blues is what brought them together, and is obviously still the glue that binds them.

Many of the songs on the album are quite political. Elon Musk is named and shamed. 
I want to listen to it many more times. 
I will say that although Steve Jordan, the drummer who took the stand behind the band after Charlie Watts died, is a a terrific drummer but no one, NO ONE can or ever will replace Charlie. I miss him. 

I don't want to say this and it hurts my soul to say it but if this is the last album the Stones ever put out (please god, no) it will serve well enough as proof of the talent and heart and soul and love of music that has made them an over-sixty-year old band who still has something to say and who know how to say it in their own imitable way. 
And who will still make you dance. Or, me, anyway.

I suppose I better go rustle up some supper. Roast chicken dinner leftovers tonight. That'll do. 

Love...Ms. Moon