When I let the chickens out this morning and they were eating the corn scratch I'd thrown them, I was once again a bit shocked at how many birds I have right now. And that is not all of them. Too many, really. Jessie is down to one hen and she might take a few chickens from me, perhaps including Fancy Pants or Fancy Pants, Jr. Since she lives in a neighborhood in Tallahassee, she really doesn't want a bit ol' honking, crowing rooster and one of those two banties might just fit the bill. We shall see.
I've had a fairly busy day. Last night Lily and I texted each other about perhaps taking the kids to the Hilltop for lunch today and we did that. The Hilltop is such a trip. You just never know who you'll see there. Families, sheriffs, construction workers (although not generally on a Sunday), neighbors, people from town out on a drive looking for that real rural experience. And as I always say- just think of something you might want to eat and they're almost sure to have it. Gibson got a buffalo chicken tenders sandwich. Owen got a shrimp po'boy. Maggie got chicken tenders. Lily got a chicken philly cheese steak sandwich. I got a chicken-salad sub. I only got a half of one and couldn't eat it all. We could have had anything from barbecue to fried fish to any sort of sub in the world to salads to a Cuban sandwich to a Reuben. We ate outside on the picnic tables under shelter. A man, and I suppose his mother, were there, she making afghan squares and he doing other things (I guess they'd already eaten) including setting a fly trap.
Don't ask because I do not know.
Anyway, it was fun. I hadn't seen Gibson or Magnolia in forever and Maggie is chomping at the bit to come spend the night. It's her turn. I told her that when Boppy gets back she can come stay. "Will he be here tomorrow?" she asked.
I forgot to take any pictures until they were about to leave from dropping me off.
This would indeed make a boy cry.
He kept saying, "I'm a very creative person."
He really is and always has been.
Anyway, Hobby Lobby was closed because...Sunday, just as Chik-Fil-A is. 'Cause you know- the Sabbath and all. I gave Mr. Moon's friend the necessary stuff and then went to the CVS in the same strip mall where I had a fantastic time looking at pens and paper. I bought two black pens and a set of colored pens because that just seemed like the thing I needed to do. I can now make my grocery lists with one color for things I need at Publix and a different color for things I need at Costco. How exciting is that?
The author has been to Apalachicola. This I will admit. The Piggly Wiggly is mentioned. So I'm torturing myself with that.