Tuesday, July 2, 2019


Ah. Century Link guy has come and gone and we have a new modem and a new box on the outside of the house and hey! Look! I can post pictures. That's the one I took at the river yesterday. Look at that clear beautiful water.

I've been busy all day long. I finally got Maggie's dress finished and now she's here and wearing it.

She's such a busy girl. She and Gibson are both what I call "project babies" because they can create their own little worlds with a few toys and they like to get things organized and tidy. 
At least sometimes. 

They brought us presents. Two wooden butterflies that they had colored. Quite lovely. And Gibson wrote me a note. 

Can you read it? It says, "To mermer from Gibson. Love me more than Owen."
Ooh boy. 
Have I been giving Owen more attention than I give him or does he just want my full-on love while Owen's still at camp? Who knows? Bless his sweet heart, though. 

I just walked through the hallway and Maggie was having a conversation on the old plug-in phone that the kids play with and that we use when the electricity goes out. 
"I on the phone," Mer," she said. And then, into the phone she said, "Yeah, that's my MerMer," and she already has the teenager bored voice down pat. 
She keeps telling me, "I gonna sleep with you, Mer!" and I'm like, "Well, you're going to sleep right beside me on your own little bed."
She has agreed to this but we shall see how that works out. 
I know I'm already tired. It's hot, still, again, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be. Heat without end. Amen. Amen. 
The Florida weather doxology. 
I walked. I hung clothes. I made a dress. I've got supper started, stage one. 

All of the devices that hook up to the internet have been given their new passwords. Everything is working fine. We found six eggs today. Maggie is looking at the banana spider in her web right outside the back porch. "She got eyes?" 
"Yes. She has eyes."
And so it goes this second day of July, 2019. Tomorrow Owen will get home from camp. And other stuff will most likely happen too. 
Even here in Lloyd. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Those two sweet and small humans. Sweet as can be in their own ways.

  2. I love the dialogue -- love the easy banter and exchanges that you have with your grandchildren. It seems sublime.

    1. I've never quite understood not being able to talk to children. I mean- their thoughts and feelings are just as valid as any adult's. Maybe more so. I love having conversations with all these young'uns. They sure can surprise me with what they have to say.

  3. i'm glad they finally got your 'net working!


  4. you sound exhausted and happy. such wonderful children around you, who clearly feel very free to express themselves. it's divine.

  5. Gibson sounds pretty "7 year old" to me. Checking all those boundaries, and totally unconcerned when a letter falls off the line.

    1. He is indeed! I'm going to keep that note. Maybe forever.

  6. Good things! Bless Gibson, suffering the woes of the middle child.

    1. I know. I think about that all the time. He truly is.

  7. the banana spider I had been keeping an eye on before I had my procedure is dead now. when I got back she was still in her web and fine, a day or two later still there but when I went out to walk the dog she was not on her web but had fallen dead onto a strappy leaf of the crinum lily underneath and when I got back disappeared even from there. the little male was dead two still stuck in the web. but I have another one one a different web I noticed, still there today.

    what Jo says. I know, I'm a middle child.

    1. I wonder what happened to her? I thought my girl was dead a few days ago. But then she perked up and came back to full attention again.

  8. The Florida Weather Doxology...LOL! Love Gibson’s note. Brotherly competition!


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