Well. Friday morning and Mr. Moon is doing something with the boat and I think Jessie is still in bed and Vergil is up and helping Mr. Moon and I am trying to wake up.
We are going to the island.
For those of you who are newish here, there is a small, barrier island off the coast near here called Dog Island which has a few houses on it and a fire station and a dock.
No stores, no restaurants or beach bars. No art galleries or souvenir shops. No bridge.
Just beach and bay and birds and trees and sandspurs and snakes and sunsets and sunrises and dirt roads and we have a little house there. We share it with an old friend.
And that is where we are going today.
You have to take everything with you, including your water because the water that comes out of the tap there is not fit to drink. So water and food and gas for the car which we take from dock to house and beer and rum and clothes and books and I have no wireless there except for, I guess, my iPhone.
And a few years ago when I was there, I had a profoundly horrible and scary time, due not to the island, where I used to love to go alone, but to a very deep walk into the backyard of my own insanity, and since then, I have had a hard time being there.
But, here we go. And I still have to go to town and get groceries and I have to pack everything up and eventually, we'll make our way down to the coast, boat trailered behind Mr. Moon's truck, and we'll get to the place we put in and cross the bay and perhaps see dolphins and get to the island and pull up and tie off and move everything off the boat and into the jeep and then to the house and up the rickety stairs and unpacked and put away. And we will be picking up Vergil's mama and stepfather who are flying in on their little plane and landing on the grass runway there.
It's a tiny house and nothing to do but lay around and play cards and nap and go fishing and make feasts and eat them and drink beer and read and nap again. And walk, walk, walk from bay to beach to woods to bay again. And fish. And swim.
I know. It sounds heavenly.
And it used to be for me.
Tomorrow Lily and Jason and the boys may drive to where we put in and Mr. Moon will pick them up in the boat and bring them back over to the island for a day's play. Owen has never been to the island and of course, Gibson hasn't either. I used to take the girls there for their spring breaks and the whole family has gathered there for one holiday or long weekend or another and my ex-husband and his wife even used to come, too, not staying with us, but with my ex's wife's sister and brother-in-law who used to have a house down the bay from us.
So. Here I am. Getting ready to get ready.
We had such a good time last night. Mr. Moon and I went to Lily's and we ate pizza and played with those boys. I got to play with my boys a lot yesterday after the dentist. Lily and I took them to lunch and then to Walmart where we heard a baby crying. Owen said, "Baby crying. I want see him."
So I took him over to where a mother had a baby in a snugly thing on her chest and yes, her baby was crying and I said, "My grandson wants to see your crying baby." And the mother said, "Okay," and we observed the little boy and he quit crying and so Owen lost interest and I said, "Owen, say thank-you for letting us see the baby," and Owen said, "Thank-you," and we went off and bought him a new toy. He picked out the Woody doll you see in the picture below. This makes three Woody's that he has. He loves Woody.
I held Gibson a lot last night and once, when I was holding him, his grandfather came up and started talking to him and Gibson smiled that goofy baby smile and began to coo at him and then his mother came up too, her face entering the picture, and Gibson didn't know what to do with all the attention. He is such a fine little boy.
And then Jessie and Vergil got in and we had late-birthday cake for Jessie and there were hugs and cuddles and lots of kissing.
So. Here we go. Well, after I get up from here and begin to figure out what we need to take. There are vegetarians among us and I should pick the beans in the garden and figure it all out. Jessie's up now and Mr. Moon is telling me that we need to get ready and oh, here we go.
I'll post tiny postettes with my iPhone and that will be that.
I hope we see dolphins.
Happy Friday, y'all.