Thursday, June 7, 2012
A Million Dollar Day
Owen and I got a lot done today. We went to the library together and when I told him to be quiet and did the "ssshing" sound, he immediately got the picture and went around shushing all the other patrons. He also hid between a wall and the book-return thing but I could easily find him because he was still ssshing so I could hear him. I tried to interest him in some book reading but he wasn't having any of that. I mean- come on- there were aisles to run down and hide from me in.
Still, it was fun and when we got in the car, he honestly said, "Thanks for taking me to the library."
I almost cried.
Before we go any farther, I have to tell you that once again, one of my ankles has been torn up by a yellow fly. This is what a yellow fly looks like.
I did not take that picture. My legs do need shaving but it's not that bad. Plus, if a yellow fly is on my body I am NOT taking the time to grab a picture-taking device. And those fuckers are the fastest-flying insects on the planet, even weighed down with a cargo of fresh human blood. Yes. They suck your blood. It's almost impossible to slap them but it's ecstatically rewarding when you do.
Anyway, my ankle is itching right now to the point of insanity. I feel like I could scratch that area to ribbons and that's not a joke. Also, I have a bite on the bottom of my foot in a tender place, and if anything, that itches more than the ankle does.
I sort of want to just cut that foot off. Yes, it would be painful but it wouldn't be itching LIKE IT IS RIGHT NOW AND I AM HAVING TO USE EVERY BIT OF SELF-DISCIPLINE I HAVE (which is admittedly, not much) NOT TO TAKE A PIECE OF SANDPAPER TO THE AREA.
Ohgodohgodohgodogodohgodohgodohgod it itches.
I have put Benadryl cream on it. I am hoping for the best. I am wondering if they use yellow flies in torture situations. It would work.
So. Breathe. Back to my story. What was I talking about? Oh yes. Owen.
So we came home and it was a good trip home in that we saw the LLAMA which lives one mile away from here. Sometimes the llama is not in a part of the yard we can see and that is always a huge disappointment. But today, we definitely saw the llama.
And once Owen got here he wanted to do everything and so we did. That picture up top is of him scrubbing the tires on his grandfather's tractor with a wire brush. "That's better," he said when he was finished. We fed chickens and gathered eggs and picked yard-long beans and tomatoes and he hai-ya'd stuff with bamboo and he hid from me and he got in the baby-walker and zoomed around like he was in a bumper car and he let me read him a long book and he took a bath with all of his farm animals and we ate macaroni and cheese AND Chex Mix. Yes. We did and shut up. I was thinking about getting out the orange sherbet and just making a big ol' Orange Food Trifecta of it but I did not. I made him a mixed drink of cranberry juice and orange juice because he asked me to. We did other stuff, too, and it was all fun and he made me laugh a lot.
When his daddy came to get him and he got buckled into his car seat, he gave me kisses and hugs and told me he loved me. He asked for one more kiss and I leaned in to give it to him and he said, "No thanks," but then he did want one more hug and I gave it to him.
Lord, Lord. To be a grandmother.
And now I'm going to make some corn soup and that sounds like fun and Mr. Moon should be home at some point and we'll talk about our upcoming get-away.
So all-in-all, it's been a fairly fabulous day and I even got some laundry done and the Benadryl cream is working. The beans I planted a few days ago are already poking their heads up through the ground and it sure looks like rain. It has actually looked and felt like rain all day long but it hasn't rained yet although the electricity was out for about an hour and I have no idea why. I didn't even bother to call them because I am certain they have computers which tell them when the electricity is out and it came back on without any help from me.
I got no complaints. For once in my life.
Call Ripley's and break out the champagne.