It's cold this morning and dammit, I didn't wrap the plants last night and I hope I didn't lose any but I probably did.
I got a text from Lily last night with this picture.
The message said, "Meet Creature and Bubba, your grandmice!"
Really? Yes. I know that mice can make lovely pets. So can rats and no, I don't want one. I spend my life hoping that no more rats get into this house and make their home in the closet. But Keith Richards had a mouse for a pet when he was a child. He took the thing to school with him in his pocket. So I guess that Owen can have pet mice. You know, if Keith did it, it's okay.
Have a pet mouse.
It was a very cozy and nice evening here last night despite the fact that the electricity kept flickering on and off. We ate pinto beans cooked with some Christmas ham and collard greens from the garden and watched The Blues Brothers which always, always makes me laugh. When I went to see that movie in the theater back when dirt was a new invention, I laughed so hard that my then-husband was embarrassed and told me to tone it down. I can't help it. There's something about the absurdity in that movie that I find completely charming.
So we watched TV and laughed and ate our pinto beans and it was a very nice evening and today our baby girl and her man are coming and our little world will change again, the energy and joy of those two people in the house. Jessie and Vergil. Can you believe they're getting married in April?
And on Saturday Lily and May and Jessie and I are going to go look at wedding dresses. Oh Lord. Why do girls want these frothy confections to be married in? Why didn't I? I guess is the more reasonable question. It just never occurred to me. Maybe because I was a hippie. I don't know. The first time I got married I was wearing a skirt I'd made from a pair of Levi's and a flannel shirt which was completely appropriate to wear to be married in a judge's chambers in Bainbridge, Georgia. The second time I did actually buy a lovely white Jessica McClintock dotted swiss dress with a sash so I guess I did want a frothy dress but it wasn't that frothy. Anyway, Lily wanted and got a beautiful dress and Jessie wants one too and so she shall have one. And then she'll dance in it and it'll be ruined and that'll be fine because really, wedding dresses are one-offs if you ask me.
God, I'm rambling.
I just spoke to Lily and apparently Owen has renamed the mice. They are now Daddy and Owen.
This makes perfect sense and will make things all the more pleasant when one of them dies. The mice, that is. One of the mice.
I should go take a walk. I'm getting fatter by the second although I'm sure that the half a cup of oatmeal I just ate will go a long ways in reversing that trend.
Yesterday I ate salad and fruitcake for breakfast. The salad had ham in it.
Lord, it's a beautiful day.
Christmas is over, my baby's coming home and it's a beautiful day.