Friday, August 13, 2021

What Are We Going To Do Now?


I got to hang out with this fine young man today. In this picture he was waiting for me to finish my lunch. He kept saying, "What are we going to do now?" I am such a slow eater these days. I remember my mother apologizing for being a slow eater and I'd think, "Well Jesus, speed it up a little." But now it's me and it doesn't seem like I'm eating slowly but everyone finishes before me and now I'm the one apologizing, today to my grandson. 
He said he had an okay time at school but his teacher told Jessie that he cried a little bit but was fine after they had a chat and he, too, reported that he cried when Vergil asked them if they had singing today. "Yes," he said, "But I cried then." We've all been there and it did not appear to be bothering him much. He was a cheerful boy this afternoon. He needed a nap and I did my best. We laid down on his bed and read some books and then I rubbed his back and sang him a silly rhyming song for the longest time but as soon as I quit, he popped right up and said, "What are we going to do now?"

Ooh boy. I was ready for a nap, I'll tell you that. For some reason, trying to get kids down for a nap makes me sleepier than anything. 

So we hung out together and snuggled and did different sorts of kisses like kitten kisses and butterfly kisses and puppy kisses and fish kisses ("like a suction cup," he told me) and we talked and laughed and then Boppy came by to visit. He'd been in town at the office doing a car deal. Vergil went to get August from school and then it was all really a party and Boppy read the boys a book and then I read them some more books and then Mama got home. 

Here's a picture I took at their house in the back yard. 


It amuses me. If it weren't so blurry it would make a great header picture, I think, representative as it is for so much of my life at this moment in time. 

So it's Friday and I had to run to the grocery store on my way home and I feel so behind in everything now. My sheets are in the dryer and I need to make up the bed with them because you know it IS Friday and why I felt this morning as if the world would come to a crashing end if I did not wash them today, I do not know. But some things must be maintained and clean sheets on Fridays are one of them. 
Jeez. Not only am I the old lady who takes more time to eat a salad than Jesus is taking to return to earth, I'm the old lady who thinks she'll die if she gets off her schedule. WHERE does this shit come from? And why? 
Don't ask me. I don't know shit. 
At least I haven't started eating supper at 5:00. 

When Lis was here and we were on the back porch, I told her that it looked and felt "hurricane-y" to me. She agreed that it did. I cannot tell you why exactly but it is feeling that way still. The light is one element of it, I know, and also there's an absolutely undefinable feel to the air. 



And, no surprise, there is a storm heading our way but our sane and cautious weather forecaster, Rob Nucatola, is saying that there's a whole lot going on that is going to prevent the darn thing from turning into a full-force hurricane and not to get all worked up yet. 
Mostly. 
But here's what the graphics they're posting look like. 


Fred. Tropical storm Fred. 
Somehow I just cannot get worked up about a storm named Fred. I do imagine though that we might get some wind and rain. And let us not forget that there's another storm out there named Grace. She's not even a full-fledged tropical depression yet and Mr. Nucatola is saying that it looks like she may skirt up the east coast of the US, out in the Atlantic. 
Time will tell. 

As we all know, it's not just clean sheets that herald Friday. It is also the martinis. Mr. Moon has just shaken them up and before too long, all will seem right with the world. Of course all is NOT right with the world but for this moment, here in Lloyd, all is pretty fine in my little world. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. At one point today, Levon told me that he was in purple and I was in green. I think that was a fair assessment, even if he wouldn't fall asleep. All of the kisses pushed him into the "above and beyond" category in my opinion. He is a very good boy. 






28 comments:

  1. Have an enjoyable night. Your grandkids are gems.

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  2. Oh , Honey, you are entirely purple! You are so lucky, too ! Lovely family, eyes able to still read, fish kisses! Your life is complete.
    Love the chicken in the construction zone!

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    1. I am the luckiest. I know that. I do have it all and sometimes, that just scares me to death.

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  3. That all sounds so good to me. I have something I screenshot today which I will blog tomorrow but I think you'll totally get it.

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    1. I didn't get it at first but now I do. Ooh boy. What a prize that would be!

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  4. Oh oh! I like eating dinner at 5pm!

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    1. But what do you DO for the interminable time before you can legally go to bed?

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  5. I'm a five o'clock supper girl, too. Sadly, I have one supercilious grandson (well taught by his father) who told me only peasants eat dinner at five.

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    1. If I ate at five, I'd be in bed and asleep by eight. I swear.

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  6. I was a little concerned to see that there was no markings on the hurricane map, made with a sharpie. Doesn't the sharpie always define the true path of a hurricane?

    I am so glad I don't have to listen to that windbag anymore.

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    1. hahaha Pixie, if only we had a gigantic sharpie we could right all that is wrong!

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    2. God. Do you remember that? Of course you do. What a fucking asshat, dumb ass he was. Is. Thank GOD he's gone. Well, not gone enough to suit me but he's out of the White House.

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  7. I think I'm going to institute Friday martinis, starting next Friday.

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    1. Do it girl! Get you some really good blue-cheese stuffed olives. It will change your life.

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  8. "Not only am I the old lady who takes more time to eat a salad than Jesus is taking to return to earth, I'm the old lady who thinks she'll die if she gets off her schedule. WHERE does this shit come from? And why?
    Don't ask me. I don't know shit." - This made me wet my pants with laughter. Thanks for that!

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    1. Not sure whether to be horrified or delighted. But...thanks?

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  9. Ah, yes, the time when the little ones no longer need a nap. And you do. A conundrum. Good to hear you earned green status...I mean, you did wash your sheets on a Friday, so you qualified as a good girl. Guess slow eating kept you for earning a purple. :)

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    1. I guess you're right. Maybe if we'd made cookies or I'd played trucks with him, I would have qualified for purple too.

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  10. that chicken was too fast for your camera. and the hurricany feeling, probably responding to the change in the barometric pressure..

    I'm a slow eater, always have been, am always the last one to finish eating, always apologising for it, and sometimes when in a social situation, I simply won't finish eating, I just stop because it's too embarrassing to have everyone waiting for me to finish. probably why I am and have always been skinny. well one of the reasons. I've been thinking about doing a post on it. I used to tell people that I'm a slow eater because I prefer to chew my food before I swallow it. plus now with my choking issues added to the spastic throat thing that makes me cough and sneeze and my vocal chords freeze up if something tickles my throat on the way down, I have to eat mindfully. some things take me longer to eat than others. basically I can eat or be social, can't do both at the same time.

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    1. I don't think it's barometric pressure. I think it's just more of me subconsciously relating the feel of the air and the way the light falls at this time of year to hurricane season. I mean- I've lived through a whole damn bunch of them!
      I've never been a slow eater. And when Lily was a baby, Glen and I both had to eat so fast that we hardly even knew what we'd eaten because she needed attention ALL THE TIME. It took me years to slow down but I guess I'm there now.

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  11. Do you know WHY the chicken crossed the road? Running between big rigs like that is not safe for man nor chicken!!

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  12. I laughed at your title today as that is what my granddaughter always says. She seems to need to know the schedule! I am so much less regimented than her parents and I think she finds it hard to comprehend that we will just figure something out as we go along. Enjoy your martini!

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    1. Well, I'm not very regimented with the grandchildren but within the confines of my own home and days, I really am. It's ridiculous.
      The martinis were swell!

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  13. Ha! I love that Levon put himself in purple. Of course!

    I would say maybe you're sensing air pressure when you say the weather seems hurricaney -- but that storm seems a long way off to already be changing air pressure. So who knows.

    Love the chicken photo!

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    1. Yep. Levon is no slouch at self-assessment.
      I think that it's like I told Ellen. This time of year just feels like hurricane season because, well, it is and I've lived through so many of them now.
      I wish that chicken photo was better because I really do like it too.

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  14. If you start eating supper at 5 p.m. does that mean you'll have to have breakfast the night before?

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