Monday, June 11, 2012

This Is Now

That is not an especially good picture of a sink full of yard-long beans. But my pictures haven't been very good lately and that's because I've gotten lazy and am using my phone. I'm not really sure how great it is to have all these camera phones because now we all have the capability of boring others to death with all of our pictures no matter where you are, whereas before we had to at least drag around photo albums to do that.

Anyway, I could have picked about twice that number of beans but I ran out of ambition after approximately ten minutes of picking but even more than that, I knew I'd have to do something with them once I'd picked them. Daunting.
So I brought those in and snapped a good potful and they're on the stove and I have a pretty darn healthy casserole in the oven with corn tortillas and a lot of chili beans and even more vegetables and a tiny amount of low-fat cheese. Yes. I am trying to make up for the sins of the weekend.

I had a great time today with my grandsons. Owen was happy to see me and asked me to join his rock star band. He told me I could play the violin but his mother pointed out that she was the violinist (this is all imaginary) and I'm not quite sure what my instrument is going to be but Owen plays the guitar. (Broom.) He also likes to tell us all what color Power Rangers we can be. He is red, that is for sure. I think his papa his blue and his mama is pink and I may be green. I have no idea what this means but I go along with it.

We hid under a blanket to hide from the tigers. This made for some good cuddling. We played a lot of things and then his Bop came over and ate his lunch with us. Owen loves his Bop. While Bop ate his soup and salad, Owen ate an entire cucumber which I had peeled for him. He ate it like an apple. We were waiting on his mother to come back with our Subway sandwiches so that cucumber was just an appetiser.

When his mother got back we ate our lunch and I kissed Gibson until his face fell off. Not really. But if baby's faces could fall off from kissing, it would have happened. Gibson is an exceptionally strong baby boy. I'm not just saying that because he's my grandson. It's true. Lily sent me a video of him on his tummy on the floor and he has his entire trunk off the ground and then he rolls over.
"He can do it!" Lily says on the video but you can tell that she is heartbroken because he is growing up so fast. I don't care what you do, you can't prevent this growing thing. Well, I guess you could limit the child's caloric intake but that would be so wrong. And it wouldn't work out the way you would like, either.

When it was time for me to go, I was lying on the couch. Lily's couch is so comfortable that just looking at it makes my eyelids heavy. So I was lying on it and I said, "Owen, Mer-Mer has to go home now."
He came over and patted me and said, "No go home, Mer-Mer. You can rest here."
Which melted my heart but I still had to go to the grocery store and so I got up and kissed him and his brother about fifty more times and then left and went to the grocery.

So that's what I've done today. I've picked beans and peppers and tomatoes and played with my grandsons and made our supper. Frankly, that's about it, too. I need to go in there and wash those supper-making dishes because that's what I do. I prewash the dishes because if I don't, it's just too depressing after dinner. I used to have a dishwasher, a long, long time ago but I don't any more. It's not something I miss as much as you might think, but I do miss it, sort of. Mr. Moon promises that we shall have a dishwasher when we build our house in Apalachicola. Believe me, we will have EVERYTHING when we move to Apalachicola because Mr. Moon says so. Deferred pleasure is a big thing with him except in some matters such as hunting and why would you defer that pleasure? I have no idea. I don't hunt so maybe he has a point. In the meantime, he does wash a lot of the dishes and it's not like I have to take them down to the river to wash them which is good because we don't have a river nearby.

Of course in Apalach we'll have the bay and I could just get a big old net bag and send Mr. Moon down to the dock with it filled up with our dirty dishes and have him swish it around in the salt-water but I am hoping that yes, we'll have a dishwasher and I can use that instead.

I try to imagine life there, in a house that we build on the bay in Apalachicola and it's an interesting concept but hard to really wrap my head around. I am too fully here, now, in Lloyd with my grandsons down the road, my chickens in the back yard, my garden out there a few steps away and a kitchen full of dirty dishes that I need to wash right now, I am not kidding.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I can't wait to see all y'all tomorrow.

  2. I remember hiding under the dining room table at my son's house right after my marriage tanked. The grandchildren and I were baby meerkats waiting for our mother to come home--or some such scenario. Better than therapy.
    I think that's true about those beans, too. I nearly lost my mind this weekend after eating donuts.

  3. It's hard for me to imagine you in a house other than the 150 year old beauty that you are in. I feel as if I know the house through reading here. Lots of rain coming through. Good for the garden!

  4. DTG- Me too!

    Lisa- It was a good day.

    Denise- I can't even remember the last time had a doughnut but I sure can remember the last time I ate something fried.
    Our babies save us over and over again, don't they?

    Syd- I am loving this rain. And we'll see if that house in Apalachicola ever happens. One never ever knows.

  5. I know. I can see the house in Apalachicola perfect and clear in my head. Those beans are so wild and beautiful. I've never seen beans like that in my life. Love,


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