We'd been trying to get ourselves to lunch all week because you know us- we do lunch. This is how we get together mostly, these days. Today it was Jessie and August and Lily and Magnolia and Gibson and Hank and Rachel and Mer. I went and picked up Lily and Maggie and then we went and got Gibson at school and drove to the restaurant. Today we went to a different buffet, this one, well, to tell you the truth- I don't even know what branch of the Tree of Asia it represents. It has egg rolls and egg drop soup and hot and sour soup and it has vegetables with coconut sauce and about four different kinds of tofu dishes and things which look like what you might find at any Chinese buffet and a curry and steamed dumplings and everything is delicious.
They also have a freezer full of things like Eskimo pies AND a cooler full of cut-up fruit, Jello snacks and some of the best cheesecake I've ever tasted so let's just call it good.
That will do.
We all got to eat whatever our hearts desired.
Hank held babies and my pictures suck but they are what they are.
Not much havoc.
Just a little havoc.
I took Lily and the bebes home and here I am. I haven't done much this afternoon. I did throw out all of the altar flowers and replace them. I know y'all are probably completely over the camellias but I am cherishing every moment of them.
They knock me out.
In Jack news, there is no Jack news. My next-door neighbor called me two nights ago. She thought maybe she'd located him via an ad in the local paper. The found cat, although gray and white, was miles and miles away from here and her theory was that someone had picked Jack up and taken him away and then abandoned him and now these people who had placed the ad had him. She gave me the number and I called the next morning because hey! anything is possible, no, it was not our Jack. It was a neighbor's cat who'd run away during the storm we had.
My best theory is still that Maurice murdered him and has buried his body down by the creek. She is obviously quite happy to be the only cat of the house again and sleeps on my legs all night long and growls at me every time I have the audacity to try and move. She impaled my thumb last night with her claw while I was absentmindedly stroking her head but the wound seems to be healing nicely and I'm sure the bloodstains will come out of the sheets.
So that's life here in North Florida. Tomorrow I'm going to go watch my grandson play basketball and I'm pretty excited about that. Perhaps I shall get the peas and the potatoes and the onions in the ground.
Enjoy tonight's celestial events, y'all.