Such a lovely bouquet of emotions for a fine fall morning.
Then I went to let the chickens out and dammit all to Jesus hell, little Rose had been murdered in the coop, her head pulled through the wire probably by a possum, leaving behind a small and feathered body.
I say possum because when Mr. Moon went to shut all the chickens up last night he saw one out near the coop.
I just cried.
But you know, life goes on despite anxiety, depression and dead hens, and Rachel texted and asked if I'd like to go to lunch with her and Hank and she'd text everyone else to see if they wanted to go and so after I got the sheets on the line and some other chores done around here, I went to town and met everyone. August was wearing his overalls and Jessie told me that when she brought them out this morning he said, "Like MerMer!" and he gladly put them on. When I saw him I said, "What are you wearing? Overalls like MerMer's?" and he said, "MerMer overalls go? Home?"
"Yes," I told him, "My overalls are at home."
I wish I looked half as cute in mine as August does in his.
Maggie hugged me to pieces and patted me as she does, with me patting her back
and we all ate delicious mostly Asian food although fried plantains were on the buffet right along with the curries and Mongolian tofu and I swear one of the best dishes today had chayote in it. One time they had tamales and we have determined that there are probably some folks from Mexico who work in the kitchen and doubtless, that is true. As Anthony Bourdain says, if every Mexican in the US suddenly disappeared, there would be no more restaurants.Anyway, it was just perfect to see my kids and laugh and enjoy delicious multi-ethnic foods. Both babies had ice cream cones and wanted more so Hank came up with a healthier solution which was to stick chopsticks into watermelon chunks. Maggie wasn't having it but August thought it was awesome.
Maggie simply walked over to the refrigerated dessert case, opened it up and snatched Hershey's kisses out of it. Because she's Maggie and that's how she does it.
After lunch we hung out in front of the nursery next door, checking out the fountains.
If you put your finger on the place where the water comes out it sprays everywhere which is wonderful!
Look at those cute baby butts! Maggie actually tried to take her clothes off so that she could get in the water. Her cute little baby butt was exposed for a second or two as she almost succeeded.
In a perfect world, she would have been allowed to strip nekkid and get in that fountain but we do not live in a perfect world.
But I will say that baby butts ARE perfect and that's just the truth.
So. Here we are. Friday night. I'm making a cauliflower gratin and a roast chicken (not Rose because I'm a big fat hypocrite) and martinis are involved.
I hope everyone's having a decent Friday and that your weekend goes well. Mine will go better in that our heater which WAS NOT WORKING (are you surprised?) has been fixed and also, the gas guy came and made a delivery so that when it gets down to patchy frost temps on Monday morning, we won't die.
The folks at the church next door are belting out the worship and I can hear cats fighting somewhere in the darkness. I hope that Maurice isn't one of them. Her face is already torn up once again.
She is a warrior, not a lover.
But I love her and she can just deal with that. And she hasn't drawn my blood in maybe a week.
Much love...Ms. Moon
That never done anything right in my life depression. I hate it and know it well. Where does it come from? Why are there narcissists out there living the good life and I can’t get by the loathing of myself. The whole idea that if anyone knew the real me they would see me for how awful I really am. *sigh*. Even writing that makes me feel pathetic.ReplyDelete
Baby bums are one of the cutest things ever. Maybe the cutest. When Natalie was a baby l painted hers with pink paint and put a bum print in her baby book.
I don't know, sweetie but it is certainly true. If I believed in the devil, I would blame him for that constant barrage of messages telling us we suck. But I am quite sure that it is not the devil and I am also quite sure that we are no more guilty of getting nothing right than narcissists are of getting everything right.Delete
Bum print? OMG! Love it!
Look at your children. And their children. You did that right. Hugs.ReplyDelete
I know that, and yet my inner voice can so easily just block that out. But still, it does help, seeing how beautiful and loving they all are. It does.Delete
those two toddlers should be enough to kick that anxiety out the door. that August is one cute little pixie of a boy and Maggie, well, Maggie is the boss of the world. so sorry to hear about little Rose. dead chickens is why my sister finally quit keeping them.ReplyDelete
You have it right- a pixie and a boss of the world. And they are both two of the hearts of my heart.Delete
Dead chickens. Yes. Damn.
I'm so sorry about Rose! Those damn possums. The kids are looking great (as are you!) and I love the watermelon-on-a-chopstick idea.ReplyDelete
August played with them as if they were Tinker Toys. I swear. When Jessie told Vergil about that, he said, "Just like me!" And oh yes, August is just like his daddy who is very much like Jessie's daddy.Delete
I hope Maggie and August are friends their whole lives. So sweet.ReplyDelete
Me too! May they forever be close!Delete
Watermelon chunks on chopsticks sounds like a great idea. I'll remember it but probably not till next summer comes now. :)ReplyDelete
Hank is a smart man. And he pays attention and knows what babies will like.Delete