That's quite a bit of rain, for those of you unfamiliar with this particular scientific method of gauging rainfall.
I just finished listening to The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce.
Highly fucking recommend. I would like to read more of her books and I will.
I did go to town today and I am glad I did. I had a wonderful time at lunch. Vergil got to come too and it's so precious to see him with his little boy and to see Jessie's happiness at the completeness of her family once again.
Every time I think of him leaving, of his mama and daddy leaving, I tear up but it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's all going to be okay.
He will remember me.
Maggie slept through a lot of lunch, that little squishy monkey and when she woke up, Hank had to hold her, of course. She was fine for a moment but then she screwed up her face to cry and there is no child in this world who has a more precious pout-face than that child.
"I almost wrenched her arm off, putting it on her," she said.
Oh, how we women must suffer for beauty.
We all talked and we laughed and Gibson made great pronouncements in his great voice and I took him to the restroom where he told me to go in one stall while he went into another and not to look, and I did not, and then we washed our hands together and dried them well and we bought him and his brother both tattoos from the machine at the front of the restaurant where you put two quarters into vertical slots and slide it in and get a tattoo for your efforts.
He is getting very good at putting the quarters in and sliding the apparatus. Good skills to have, right?
Vergil told us some about his trip down the Grand Canyon and it sounded terrific. If by "terrific" you mean going over rapids a whole lot. No, actually, it did sound amazing and he got to hike and see so many beautiful things and live real life without technology for almost three weeks. I am glad he was able to go and I respect his adventurous spirit and athletic ability. I think that August will inherit some of these traits as they are strong in his daddy's family. And his Boppy's too, come to think of it.
After we all kissed and hugged good-bye, I took myself to the World Market to do a little birthday shopping for May and I swear to you- it was like a gift to myself to do that. I just love that place. So much hippie stuff, so many colors, so much lightness of heart. I spent an hour walking around and looking at silly stuff. I am not a big believer in retail therapy but today was definitely a sort of therapy for me. How can you not be happy looking at plates with smiling elephants and flowers on them? Or bags made of every sort of recycled, brilliantly hued fabrics? Or little jewelry stands made to look like tiny Victorian dessert stands? Or drinking glasses made in Mexico from recycled bottles which fit in your hand like a dream? I almost decided to finally start that salt and pepper shaker collection when I saw the little elephant and Taj Mahal set. I bought May a few fun things that tickled my fancy and which I hope will tickle hers and I bought myself a colorful ropey string of brass tarnished bells with beads to hang on my door. When I saw it and jingled it, I thought, "Freak flag. Perfect. I must have it." I also found a most sturdy magnifying glass on the clearance shelf and I had just been thinking that I really do need one of those because...well, wait until you become sixty years of age. Oh! The ticks and splinters I will now remove with ease! And of course the boys can use it to kill ants with. No. Not really. But I WILL show them how to start a fire with it.
Ancient magic passed on by ancient crone.
And here it is and here I am and soon it will be time to go shut the chickens up and those dang teenagers still haven't figured out how to get into their little night-time roost. Probably because we put them in there every night and they don't remember it and when they wake up they're like, "Whoa! How did this happen?"
Mabel is definitely gone and I found Trixie in the roost when I went to go get eggs after I got home, hours before her bedtime. I know she is grieving and that's all there is to it.
It is going to be cool again tonight and I will sleep with the window open and I will miss my husband. But I am ever gob-smacked that I have such a good husband to miss. Maurice just walked over my keyboard to come be near me and then acted like I was trying to violate her when I put my arms around her and kissed her.
Thank you for being here. It's not just my cats who keep me company. Not to sound all pathetic and shit. I don't feel pathetic.
The look on Magnolia's face is funny and sad. She might not be able to wear the bumble bee outfit but perhaps it will go to a cousin at some point. It is too cute to give away forever.ReplyDelete
That IS the most precious pout face! Love world market, let that freak flag fly!!ReplyDelete
Your day sounds perfect....and I LOVE your rain gauge! Ours is a regulation one, whatever that means, that sits atop a plant hanger in our yard. I tell my hubby that I can't read it because it reads like a ruler and I don't know what each line measures. That's partly true, but only when I get down to 5/8 and 3/16 and all that. The bigger truth is I really need a large print rain gauge! But a half container of rain sounds a whole lot better than 3 7/16!!ReplyDelete
Birdie- It's a look which engenders such an "Awwww, poor baby. Let me love you," reaction. As to the outfit- well, we shall see what happens in the future...ReplyDelete
Barbara- Amen, mama. Thanks!
Catrina- Perhaps a magnifying glass would be helpful. You can get a damn good one at the World Market for $7.99.
If I didn't have my cat for company, I would lose it. That creature adores me like no other I've ever known and I think it says a lot about a person if they can love animals and babies. Have a good night.ReplyDelete
Oh poor Mabel! And poor, poor Trixie.ReplyDelete
Magnolia's squish face!! Ha! And August and his dad are so adorable. Sigh, babies.ReplyDelete
I think DAde would also very much enjoy the magnifying glass.
I need a new magnifying glass. mine is old old chipped and scratched. and the rope of bells sounds like something I would have to have too. I have a brass temple bell my sister gave me that I want to put on the door to the garage but I need a hanger. and I would love to do a river trip through the grand canyon. sometimes I think I will never be on a river again even though I have my very own canoe just waiting to be taken out.ReplyDelete
e- I love my animals. I love some other people's animals too although I am frequently glad those animals are not mine. I met a beautiful little bulldog pup yesterday and fell right in love with him while at the same time, being so grateful that he belonged to someone else.ReplyDelete
How can anyone not love babies? Oh, well. I think it's probably good that some people don't. I just wish that people who didn't did not have them. Ever.
Denise- I know. It's so sad. They have been flock siblings for so very long and shared every moment of their days together.
Jo- Don't you just want to kiss that little face? Or, actually, both of those little faces? You should get Dade a magnifying glass. It's a magical thing.
Ellen Abbott- I think that you have to apply for a permit to do that trip years in advance. I wish I was one of those women who simply threw their kayaks on their car and drove to a river and started paddling. I have a friend who does that and I am in awe of her. And we have so many beautiful, easily paddled rivers around here.
Yeah. You need some of those bells. They make such a sweet sound.