Mostly Owen

Today I went into town to Lily's and Owen had just fallen asleep at her breast. "Can I hold him?" I asked. She let me. It felt so good to get my hands back on him, to hold him to me again. I cried.

Jessie was there too, that beautiful girl. Mean Aunt Jessie. She's so mean. Let me tell you how mean she is. She's so mean that she'd throw her own body in front of a truck to protect that boy. I know she would. But she is trying so hard to be mean. "Are all babies' penises that small?" she asked Lily.

And then both girls ganged up and were mean to me.
"Why are you always crying?" they asked. "Stop it!"

So I did and we went to see Uncle Hank at his office and give him some eggs. That Uncle Hank loves his Owen boy.



We used Hank's boss' office (Thanks, Denise!) for Lily to nurse Owen in because of course he was hungry after a ten minute drive.


Lily is knocking me out with the way she's taking care of her son with so much love and grace. Isn't she beautiful?

And then Owen needed a diaper change.


He really liked Denise's pencils. He was fascinated by them.

Jessie and I were fascinated by Denise's miniature beach. I've never seen one of these. Have you?


Why are miniature things so much fun? Miniature beaches, miniature donkeys, miniature humans.

It was a lovely day with Lily and Jessie and Owen and Hank. Well, except where I opened the car door and dinged the car next to us. Shit. That wasn't lovely. I had to leave a note. Now Mr. Moon has to deal with it. Like he doesn't have enough to deal with. Sigh. He's such a good husband.

I wish May could have come along with us today. I think she was working. Work, bah! I miss her.

I went to the Opera House this evening for auditions for the radio plays we're about to be doing. If you want to know what THAT's all about, go here. I wasn't auditioning. Kathleen and I ARE the Miller Sisters- the Foley artists- and that is THAT. We get to play with all the toys and make all the sounds effects. We get to do TWO avalanches this year! TWO! Hoo-boy.

So things are about to get busy here. Grandson, radio plays, garden, chickens, Mr. Moon. And there's another wedding we're attending in November. And then Thanksgiving and then- oh dread, oh damn, oh shit, oh fuck- Christmas.

Well. Anyway. There's always the possibility of that comet hitting the earth before Christmas.
But if it doesn't, it'll be fun to see what Mean Aunt Jessie gives Owen as a gift. Will it be a box of coal? A baby penis extender? (Seriously, I think Owen's penis is quite large for a young man of his age.) His very own pit bull?

Stay tuned. The fun never ends here in Lloyd.