Sunday, November 28, 2021

A Sunday Of Sweetness


We had such a good time with our Gibson. He's just the sweetest boy. He did tell me this morning that next time he's over he'd like to try a different meal- cheeseburgers! 
Well, cheeseburgers it shall be! 

Last night he was very happy that Jack wanted to sleep with him. 


Here he was last night as he and I were negotiating turn-out-the-light time. 

After pancakes and some more Wii and a little Go-Kart driving, I took him home and while we were on our way, I told him that I had enjoyed having him over so much and that I love him so much. He told me that he had enjoyed being with us and that he loved me and then I said, "Each of my grandchildren is so different and I just love each one of you in your differences. You are all so special in your own special ways."
Gibson said, "Mer, are you crying?"
And I said, "Oh, you know me. I'm just a crier."
He told me that he is too and we both agreed that we cry because we have big emotions and I told him that that was good. 
And I believe that. 
Some of my grandchildren are of the more logical bent and some are more in the emotional range. I just cherish that. They are who they are and as their grandmother, it is my job (and my joy) to love and nurture each of them for exactly who they are. It's fascinating and it's wonderful to see such a variety of personalities, talents, and interests among them. My own children were like this and I'm sure that all families are like this. But as a grandparent, I have the time and the luxury of being able to appreciate them all in their differences and to let them know how much I love them as they are. 
It's something, I tell you, this grandmother stuff. 

It's been a sweet day all around. It's been gray and chilly and damp so I've stayed in. I boiled my turkey carcass and made a beautiful stock with it for soup. I mended a tear in a duvet while watching the most horrible program. Ostensibly it concerns selling multimillion dollar properties in LA but really, it's about a group of Barbie dolls who work in a realtor's office (the owner-boss is male, of course) as they live their glamorous lives, wearing their glamorous clothes and glamorous make-up and eight-inch heels. Their faces are Botox frozen, their legs are unbelievably long and thin, their lips are plump as ripe plums with filler, their eyebrows are drawn on with architectural precision. Their lashes sweep their foreheads when they blink and their hair is...well, probably not theirs. Nor are their breasts. 
As I told my husband when he came in to find me watching this crap, "I don't know why I'm watching this. I don't even like the gazillion square foot houses they sell! And yet...I'm fascinated."
It's like watching Life On Mars or something for me. One of the women is pregnant and her maternity wardrobe is beyond glamorous. Sequins and furs and belly-revealing metallic sheers, her pregnant, plastic breasties pushed up as if by invisible hands, revealing everything but the nipples, and she wears the highest heels of all. 
"As soon as I pop this baby out," she said on an episode I watched today, "I'm going to get injected everywhere on my face! I've never gone this long without getting Botoxed!" 
The crazy thing is, is that her face already looks like it's made of plaster. 
One of the other ladies on the show said of her, "She does not look nine months pregnant. She just looks like she ate a sandwich."
Yes. Simply fascinating. 

I suppose I should stop rambling on and go make our supper. Not soup tonight but turkey enchiladas. I am thinking of when I first truly caught the eye of Mr. Moon. It was the Friday after a Thanksgiving and he asked me to dance and tried to buy me beers and I did dance with him and I did drink a beer or two but not enough to make me invite him over for a turkey sandwich which he hinted at with no subtlety whatsoever. I will admit though, that I still had turkey leftovers when he charmed me more thoroughly a few days later and I made him turkey flautas. I'd make some of those tonight but I don't have all of the ingredients. So. Enchiladas it will be. 

Love...Ms. Moon

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  1. That kind of program is like anthropology, studying the activities of a tribe you don't quite get. Like me and extroverts!

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  2. L.A. woman, crap to try to reckon with. Tribal pressure I guess.
    Your grand boy is so like Erik at that age, my heart nearly popped seeing him. Such a lovely child.You would probably make anything the children asked for..." Beef Wellington, please Mer Mer"- Sure no problem!

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    1. Gibson reminds me of my brother Russell, too. He even eats one food at a time like Russell does.
      And of course I would try to make Beef Wellington! Hopefully, no one will ever ask for liver.

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  3. Those women are just downright sad. Not a spec of real on any of them. Fake everything. Not that I've ever watched it, just going by your description. Glad Gibson had a good time but of course he did.

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    1. They seem to have lots of man troubles. Weird, huh? Pretty sure the whole concept of the show is fake.

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  4. can't believe you can watch that on TV......but...... sometimes, the weirdness of it all can capture you. Glad you had sweet Gibson....and that he enjoyed. yes, each child so special and different and they are all to be nurtured for their own identity. Turkey enchiladas have always been my favorite *post thanksgiving* meal of all. Sadly, my cornish hens did not get *left over*.....but maybe at christmas?
    Susan M

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    1. Yesterday was the first time I ever watched it! I promise! To be honest, I'll probably watch more. I want to see that woman give birth. She'll probably have a scheduled C-section.
      Our enchiladas were very nice.

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  5. Lovely boy...You are very clever with leftovers, I hope they are good.

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  7. Do I detect a whiff of envy Ms Moon? Sub-consciously, you may be yearning for the Barbie doll look with fake tan, plumped up lips and eyebrows drawn on with architectural precision. It would certainly make Gibson's jaw drop if he came by for another sleepover: "Don't you recognise me sweetie? I'm Mer!"

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    1. Uh...I don't think so. Pretty sure that although I wouldn't mind being thinner I really have no desire to look like I've been through a snapchat filter. Can you imagine a grandmother who felt like a bag of sticks when you hugged her?

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  8. Grandchildren do make my heart go all squishy. And that show! I know that feeling. It's like watching a car wreck and not being able to look away and yes just like Boud writes! We're watching Billions and they may as well be another species. Fascinating.

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    1. Yes! A car wreck! You are right!
      "Ugh. I hate this....Wait. What. What???"
      Yeah.
      You could definitely write a book called "Grandchildren Do Make My Heart Go All Squishy."

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  9. My two oldest grandkids don't live close enough so I don't get to see them often. I text them and follow them on Instagram but don't hear from them otherwise. They are busy with their own life now and it makes me sad that I can't seem to do more. My son and their mom are getting divorced and they live with my son but everyone is too busy with life to include me. I just try to reach out when I can and keep letting them know I love them.
    Like you have said - it is all about the love.

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    1. Oh, Ellen. That's sad! I'm so sorry you don't get more time with your grandchildren. I know that it won't be long before Owen won't be as excited to come over and hang with the olds. I hate the thought of that but it's normal. I guess all we can do is just keep being there for them when they do need us.

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  10. My own grandmother had the gall to lament to me (as a youngish adult) that she wasn't "lucky with her grandchildren". I resisted telling her that I wasn't lucky with my grandmothers (the other one died long before I was born)-- but I did think that all she had to do was take the single best feature of each of us (brains, looks, financial success, creativity, academic success, approved spouse, etc.), bundle it all together-- and she'd have a single perfect grandchild.
    A person can grow up just fine without loving grandparents-- but your grandkids are truly fortunate!

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    1. My grandparents (on my mother's side) did a lot of caretaking for me and one of my brothers. I realize now (and think I sensed then) that they were totally doing it out of obligation and they were not physically demonstrative people at all so I had mixed feelings about them. I loved them and I think they loved us but it sure didn't feel very cozy.

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  11. I love this post in every regard. So much of you is in every word, and I love that Gibson has it from you that tears are a sacred and good expression of emotion. And the story about Mr. Moon hinting broadly for turkey sandwiches is utterly charming.

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    1. It feels so good to be able to share heart-things with my grandchildren. I think they appreciate it. They probably think I'm crazy half the time but they know I love them. Our whole family is sort of that way. Crazy but good crazy.
      Yeah- that Mr. Moon! I don't think it was really a turkey sandwich he was craving. I was pretty cute back in those days.

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  12. I am glad Gibson's visit went well and he's ready to shake things up with a cheeseburger next time! I can't stand these programs with all these bleached, tweezed, processed women -- the Real Housewives franchise, for example. People are just not like that. I suspect even THEY aren't really like that. Their behavior and appearance is all ramped up for ratings' sake, don't you think?

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    1. I cracked up when he said, "Cheeseburger!" Sure, why not? Easier than meatballs.
      The women on Selling Sunset are EVEN MORE FAKE LOOKING THAN THE WOMEN ON THE HOUSEWIVES! And I did not think that was possible.
      I do think that a great deal of the show is fake and/or scripted. It's pretty obvious at times.

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  13. My first thought about that pregnant lady and her "plastic boobs" was how on earth was she going to be able to breastfeed that baby - but then she probably isn't is she (I wouldn't know if you can breast feed with false boobs)!

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    1. I think you CAN breastfeed after implants but it may affect the amount of milk you have. But yeah- I seriously doubt this woman is going to nurse her baby.

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