Who AM I?

You know what? It's been a great day.
It was so busy and wonderful and so good to see everyone who came.
Owen helped me make the focaccia bread. Or...pizza rustica. Or...whatever the hell it was. Here he is, carefully placing tomatoes on it.


Who took my baby grandson and replaced him with this grown-up guy? My god. He was full of surprises today. Every time I see him there is something new going on in that head of his.

Here's Daddy B. and Waylon at our picnic.


What a great lunch! I chopped arugula and other greens from the garden with garlic and a tomato and then added olive oil and vinegar and we ate that and some of Billy's delicious cheese and apples and the bread. The boys had juice and Billy had a Nat Lite and I had a glass of water. I would have joined Billy in the beer but I knew I had too much to do today.
It was perfect, though. For me. Billy probably hated it. But he ate it anyway. He's precious like that.

Our boys went fishing after lunch.

Owen showed Waylon how and he picked it up real quick. That boy is smart! Both of them are. We have two smart boys.


They still don't really play "together" that much. But they're watching each other. They're learning. I was telling Billy that Owen doesn't really like to read books that much and he said that Waylon really does and the next thing I knew, Owen was asking me to read him a book. He handed me one and crawled up in my lap. Like, "Whoa! Waylon likes BOOKS! Maybe I do too!"
They shared potato chips and fed the goats and chickens.
It was a joy, watching those boys who have known each other from birth. It was a joy, seeing Billy.

Then they left and the next group showed up. And that was another joy! Lulumarie (Lorie) had never seen the house but knows it from the blog and she was so sweet. I broke out the bread and cheese and greens and made coffee for everyone and showed them the house and Lorie gave Owen a puzzle and a book and he immediately did the puzzle with Lon as if he'd known him for years (he has, but I doubt he remembers- everyone feels comfortable with Lon) and took him out to show him the tractor and I held Lizzie around the waist and said, "You're not really leaving me are you?" and yet, she had to. They were on their way to Destin for a songwriter festival and I begged Lorie to come back and stay in the Panther room and I hope she does. She brought me a plant from a cutting of one of hers that I admired a long time ago at her house in a blue pot with a seashell and I was so very, very touched.
Lis snuck off while we were looking at the chickens and cleaned up the kitchen.

Yes. This is the sort of friends who make me feel like the richest person in the world.
Yes. These are the kind of people I am so honored to know.

And then they left and I went over a few lines and then it was time to go to rehearsal and I did and now I'm home and I have to tell you- I am doing fine.

Was it all Mexico?
Here's something: When I was there, I didn't take any of my supplements and I haven't taken a damn one since I've been back and I have more energy and feel better than I have in years. Yes, I know. That could be a result of not being depressed. But...I'm still not taking them. I'm on half of my antidepressant dose (and have been for awhile) and my bio-identical hormones and that is that.

And it is getting cooler and the wind is picking up and I need to go make Mr. Moon's lunch for tomorrow and a smoothie, too, and again- here I am- and I am actually looking forward to whatever tomorrow brings.

Hell. I even called Miss Beverly today and made an appointment to get the dogs groomed. I MADE A PHONE CALL TO GET THE DOGS GROOMED!

What is going on with me? I am washing curtains and I am not freaking out and I am not anxious and I am enjoying this one amazing life I have.

Knock wood.

I called Mr. Moon this morning when Owen had kissed me while he was helping me with the dough and said, "Isn't this a wonderful life we are living? Isn't it?"
And we both cried a little.

Yeah. It's been a great day.

Let's see what tomorrow brings. Let's see.