After we all ate breakfast this morning in Eastpoint, which is right across the bridge from Apalachicola at the Mexican restaurant which serves American breakfast, we went over to the property and Lon and Mr. Moon staked out some more house things and we met one of our neighbors, or should I say- a present and hopefully future occupant of the lot.
It was truly a fine weekend and in twenty-four hours I got to experience so much pleasure. Lunch with Lon and Lis and Mr. Moon and shopping with Lis and some sweet husband time and then dressing up a little bit and going to listen to my two favorite musicians and having a late-night bar-supper with them at the Gibson where we were staying. Not to mention...martinis.
When we got home this afternoon I cleaned up the bathroom where the baby chicks have been living. They are just getting too big to live in an ice chest in the bathtub. Lon and Lis had another gig this afternoon in another town west of Apalachicola but they will be coming in to spend the night in Lloyd and tomorrow is Lis's birthday and some of my kids will be coming out to have birthday breakfast with her. She is their fairy-godmother and Lon is their fairy-godfather. I have a prune cake in the oven and fresh shrimp to cook. And Jessie and Vergil and August came out to borrow Mr. Moon's smoker so that Vergil can make venison jerky for the Grand Canyon trip he's about to embark on.
And Jessie brought me roses.
Time to go make a brown-sugar frosting, boil shrimp, heat up bread and risotto and wait on my favorite musicians and I am so grateful that Lis and I have gotten to spend so many birthdays together and here we are, about to spend another.
Maybe tomorrow I will write about when Lis turned forty and she and Lon and Glen and I drove down to the coast in the convertible to eat fried oysters in Panacea and Lon gave his wife black pearls and we didn't have a care in this world.
Or maybe I just did.