Well of course I did. Everyone appeared to still have all of their limbs so how horrible could it have been?
Turns out that there had been a little struggle over Baby Alive whose head had come off. I suppose it had been somewhat traumatic when it happened but Magnolia was beyond thrilled because she was going to get a new one! Her name is Lily! Turns out that each Baby Alive has her own name and the one Maggie had picked out was indeed a Lily. Lily was expected to arrive via Amazon today.
I got a text from Lily while I was walking this morning (only three miles, thank you very much) and they were going to the farmer's market in Monticello and would I like for them to drop off the dill she'd bought for me? I said yes, and if they had any peaches at the market that smelled good, to get me a few.
So awhile later here came Lily and the dill and the peaches as well as some chanterelle mushrooms that either she or Owen had picked and we all sat out in the back yard and Mr. Moon fired up some sort of battery-operated mosquito repellant thing which did finally start working which was good because despite spraying with the "natural" spray, we were all getting bit like crazy and between that and the heat I felt as if I might go insane. Before the device began to be effective, we all sat and slapped and scratched except for Mr. Moon who had prudently sprayed with the DEET spray hours earlier because he was working on the porch and outside. I really cannot describe the special torture of this heat combined with the humidity and mosquitoes. It's a sort of living hell right here on earth but we were soon not nearly as inundated by the bugs and it was almost tolerable sitting in the shade where we all talked and Magnolia kept running back to the chicken coop to see the baby. She tried her best to catch and hold the baby but Dottie wasn't having that.
But it was a sweet time, just being with Lily and the kids and Maggie kept talking about her Baby Alive when she wasn't trying to catch the living baby chick and Mr. Moon told her that things can sometimes come later than we'd wish but a few hours after they left, I got this picture.
Lily did indeed appear at the doorstep today and as you can see, Magnolia is happy. Lily (her mother, Lily, that is) told Maggie that she is a good mommy and Magnolia said, "Yea. I want to be a good mommy like you!"
Could anything be sweeter?
I have a feeling that whatever Magnolia decides to do when she grows up, if being a mother is part of that, she will be a very good one.
I got almost nothing done on August's dress this afternoon. I decided to rip out part of what I'd done yesterday and that took me forever. I had wanted to put French seams in the dress because...well, I don't know. It looks better and there are fewer raw edges inside to irritate a child's skin. But it just didn't work for this particular seam which had a slit at the top of it so that it will fit over August's head and what I'd tried to do to make it neat and tidy had only made it look sloppy. So. The seam ripper came out and the stitches came out and I finally fixed up that part and proceeded to sew on a button and make a loop to fasten the button with and now I hate the way the loop looks.
Hate it.
At this rate, the child will be lucky if he ever gets the dress, much less decorated with any sort of sequins or rick-rack. I don't even know if I have any rick-rack, much less sequins. I haven't looked. What is WRONG with me?
Even supper looks abysmal. Last night's peppers were delicious and I decided to use the leftover mixture of venison and tomatoes and rice as a base for a chili but all it resembles now is a mushy mess. I made a loaf of sourdough, at least, and that looks good. I've been fooling around with how I make it and tonight's experiment has both milk and a tiny amount of sugar in it. I loved the way the dough felt and the way it rose but the proof will be in the tasting.
Oh, it'll be fine. Almost anything with butter on it is fine.
Meanwhile, Mr. Moon's work on the back porch is beautiful. He fixed the screens where they were out and replaced a few boards. The bad news is that I will no longer be getting visits from Liberace and his dame de jour but the good news is that I won't be cleaning up chicken poop on the porch. Also- the mosquitoes will have a much harder time gaining access to my blood.
It's summer time in Florida and let's face it- it's pretty miserable here. But I will say that all of the rain we've gotten has made everything as green as it can be so at least there's that.
I got to see three of my grandchildren and one of my children today and that of course is a fine thing.
A cardinal couple just alit on two chairs in the back yard and the crickets are singing their sundown song, loud and sure of everything. The solo artists begin each verse, the rest of the choir joining in for the rhythmic chorus. If I just stop and pay attention, the swelling and fade of it is almost too much to bear. Like with so many things, the song of the crickets is such a part of my life that I barely hear them any more which does not make them one bit less miraculous.
The miracle is all around me whether I pay attention or not.
I want to try and pay more attention. Who wants to go through life missing the miracles?
Not me.
I guess I'll go make a salad or something.
Love...Ms. Moon
How nice it will be to have a screened porch actually screened and porch worthy. Liberace can just ring the bell. Or crow, or whatever.
ReplyDeleteYes. Yes he can. Should I put a bell out there?
DeleteBaby alive! I could never understand my friends who got
ReplyDeleteBarbie dolls- they were useless. I still have a thing for baby dolls. Maggie will be a great mom
I still love baby dolls too. I've already told my kids that when I'm old and demented to just get me one and let me hold it all day and I'll be happy.
DeleteA mum called Lily and a baby called Lily. Very confusing. If I had my own Baby Alive I would call him Tyson - after Mike Tyson - and no sucker would mess with him... I just watched a video about "Baby Alive" dolls. How sad that western children can feed plastic dolls while real babies in the Third World still die of malnutrition or starvation. Mad World.
ReplyDeleteOh, Mr. P. Children throughout history have fed their baby dolls. Probably children in third world countries pretend to feed their dolls. But I take your point on the sadness. And yes, it is a Mad World.
DeleteKatie saw one of those baby alive dolls at Christmas, my friend's little girl had gotten one. I was fascinated by a doll that poops of course. I fed the doll a french fry and then aimed it's behind at Katie who promptly started gagging as the fry came out. Too funny. I'm such a good mama.
ReplyDeleteStay safe my friend.
You ARE such a good mama!
DeleteCan only imagine at how indignant Liberace is going to be now that he can't access the porch. Ah, well, he can join the rest of us who are indignant about a lot of things going on these days. :)
ReplyDeleteDo you suppose he'll start yelling about his freedoms as an American? Or crowing, at least? I could see that.
DeleteOoohhh mosquitoes, I hate them but they love me. Even spraying deet all over when I come in the evenings I can play join the dots all over my body!
ReplyDeleteWell I can understand why you no longer have a home in Florida!
DeleteWell, despite the heat and the bugs, I'm glad you're managing to spend quality time with the family. I wonder what that battery-operated repellant does? Emit something like UHF or radio waves? Or is it more like a zapper?
ReplyDeleteIt is small and silent. You put some sort of little cartridge in it which releases an actual repellant when it gets fired up. We discussed how safe it may or may not be but then again, the Nile virus, Zika, and Malaria are not very safe either. You understand, having lived in this pest-filled state.
DeleteThank you for sharing your miracles here -- I am so grateful for them.
ReplyDeleteHugs, dear woman.
DeleteSo....Baby Alive can be fed...and poops? Wow. That's almost too much realism! Haha.
ReplyDeleteI agree. I'm not sure how much charm the feeding/pooping aspect of the doll still has for Maggie. But she does love that baby.
Deletewhen my daughter was little she got some kind of doll and named it Marcy after her dad, Marc. our next door neighbor at the time thought that was so cute and forever after would say Marc's name with a soft 'c' sound, like Marcy only without the 'e' sound on the end.
ReplyDeleteI love your family. Maggie chose a black baby alive. I’m not gonna pretend I don’t notice and I’m not gonna pretend I don’t love that. I love that. It says so much about how she’s being raised. Your family makes my family safer in this world. Makes me almost want to cry. From love.
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