The two rooster bros. And Big Mama. Note the difference in size between Liberace and Ringo. They are still best friends and I am so curious to see if they will remain that way or will become mortal enemies.
By the time I got up this morning Lily and Jessie had already started the texting. Should we do something? What should we do? Etc.
I suggested we have a Monticello day. Eat lunch at the Rev and go shop at Wag the Dog. We all agreed that this was a fine idea and then Lily backed out because she had about fifty things she really needed to do and get done and galavanting about Jefferson County wasn't one of them which made Jessie and I so very sad but we understood. So Jess and August and Levon came out and I was still getting dressed when they got here and I heard the sound of August pattering through the house to find me and when he did he said, "What you doing?" and I said, "Getting dressed to go to Monticello with you!" and he said, "Why?"
Because that's what he says.
ALL THE TIME.
Jessie suggested that we first go to the library in Monticello which I readily agreed to.
I hadn't been to the library there in years and years and although I remembered it as being a very nice library it has become even nicer. Just a perfectly sweet place. The children's fiction room was terrific with a little stage or reading nook and a puppet theater and toys and lots and lots and lots of books, mostly new ones.
And this sign.
Which you know charmed me and made me very happy. Before our visit was over, Levon who now nurses in a most gymnastic manner demonstrated the truth of it.
Here's August in the little stage.
And Levon, crawling about, exploring.
Such a merry little man.
The puppet theater had lots of puppets to play with and August loved that.
He began making up a story and pretending and Jessie told me that last night when Vergil was trying to get him to bed he started telling a story about someone named Starknocker who knocks stars out of the sky. This sort of blows my mind. Do we have a tiny Neil Gaiman in our midst?
We read some books, of course, and we probably hung out there for forty-five minutes. We will go back. It was a lovely place to take children and I can't wait for Magnolia to come with us.
We did go to the Rev for our lunch and they did have Wiki Stix and we did play with them. I made glasses, of course, and also a mustache that attached up the nose and that was sort of a failure but the glasses were good. I'm getting to be an excellent Wiki Stix glasses maker.
Levon thought they were highly amusing.
Our lunch was absolutely delicious and it's so cool that there's a really good restaurant in Monticello. It's a happening little berg.
And then of course we went to Wag the Dog where Jessie and I both got some new (old) plates which are beautiful and were so cheap it was unbelievable. The pricing is pretty random. I think she got about six plates and a few bread plates of a very beautiful pattern which have 22 karat gold rims for $2.50 and I got three plates and four bread plates for $3.00. Also old and with gold rims but not as old and not as gold as Jessie's. We also got a panda lamp for August's room and a book for August and a puzzle that looked like it came from 1958 and a little train engine and a solar bobble head Spiderman that August really wanted and I think that's all and we didn't pay twenty bucks for the whole lot of it.
Plus the boys played happily with the toys for half an hour which was worth at least five dollars in and of itself.
We agreed on the way home that it had been a very, very good day and I am still quite cheerful from it. I also found out today that JK Rowling writing as Robert Galbraith, has another one of her Comoran Strike books coming out on September 18th. It's been something like three years since the third one in the series was published and I have been looking forward to this announcement for most of those three years. I love these books. Very, very dark detective series and her characters are, as always, just wonderful. Deep and fascinating and multi-layered and imperfect, just as characters in crime fiction should be and I never guess who-done-it.
Then again, I probably couldn't guess who-done-it in a Nancy Drew novel but Rowling makes the raveling and unraveling deliciously drawn out and mysterious.
We got another good rain this afternoon and the air feels cool and clean. I am grateful for that and for all of the rain we've gotten this summer. I am grateful for my children and my grandchildren who are each one different and unique and beautiful and wonderful. I am grateful for my children's beloveds who are all people vastly deserving of love. I am grateful for plenty to eat and for libraries and books and I am grateful for dirt to grow things in and for the critters I share my life with from the tiny lizards to the toads to the birds to the butterflies to the chickens and to the cats, even when they grab my hand with their razor claws and bite it in the middle of the night. (Looking at you, Maurice.)
I am grateful for my man in all regards.
I am grateful for so much more.
I am grateful for you.
Happy Friday, y'all.