Cookies and Crap

Oh, it was a hard morning. Owen did not want to get up and get out of bed. He did not want to come to Mer's house and when he got here, he did not want to let his father go.
It was heart-rending.
The crying. The arms reaching out. Then- the worst- he knelt on the kitchen floor and cried at the door, "No leave, Daddy!"
Oh Lord. I thought I might die.
I did not. Nor did Owen.
He finally got interested in a smoothie and then he wanted some cheese cubes to eat with a toothpick. By the time I'd gotten out the cocktail glass monkeys and mermaids which have been languishing on a shelf for years, he was a happy boy again.
We had a pretty easy day of it, to tell you the truth. We hung out inside a lot because it's cold. We did make our pilgrimages out to feed the chickens and munch collards from the plants in the garden like animals and see the goats but we watched some Dinosaur Train too. Why do the dinosaurs ride on the train?
I do not know and if you do, don't even try to explain it to me. Frankly, I don't give a shit.

Anyway, Lily had asked me if I would make some chocolate chip cookies for them to take on their trip to Asheville as the heating element in their oven is broken and of course I said I would. I realized that I've never yet made cookies either with or for Owen that I can remember. And frankly, he was too interested in the cocktail glass monkeys and mermaids to want to help and when I offered him some cookie dough to sample, he turned up his nose at it. In fact, he refused to eat a cookie too. What kind of a child is this? He wanted a carrot. So I gave him a carrot. He'll eat raw collard greens but not a cookie?
Fine. See if this grandma ever makes that child any more cookies.

I asked him in the early afternoon if he wanted a nap.
"NO!" he said. Then he thought about it. "Maybe."
We took a nap. Three pages of the Cat In The Hat and he was ready for the Mr. Peep story.
He did have two cookies when he got up. He liked them. I think he may have shared them with Zeke, to tell you the truth. I know Zeke likes cookies.

And then his mama came and got him and took him home and left me sad. Why do I get so damn depressed every time one of my children leaves the North Florida/South Georgia area? Ah, it's just the way it is. I'm like Elvis- I want to know where every one of my flock is at all times and I want to keep them close enough so that I can come running if they need me.
That's ridiculous. But it's true.

Oh well.
Thank all of you for your book reader imput. I'm pretty sure I'm going to order a Kindle and not the Kindle Fire. If we do ever get iPhones, that would double what I already won't need. But I'm pretty excited about the prospect. And I sure do and really very much appreciate the fact that you took the time to tell me your experiences and give me your advice. I needed it.

It might freeze tonight. We are not totally unprepared this time. Whatever I really want which hasn't already frozen has been moved into the house or covered. I hate this process.

So I have nothing else to say except that I wish someone would just hand me about ten thousand dollars because I want my hair cut and colored and made lighter and I want that Kindle and I want the eye surgery to get rid of glasses.
See what happens when you buy a new appliance? You're never satisfied. Never.

That's what's happening in Lloyd tonight. It's not very amusing and it's not very funny and it's certainly not life-shaking but here it is for what it's worth.

God. I need to get my blogging shit together.
I'll try.

Your boring and faithful correspondent...Ms. Moon