So. Here's some advice from Mary's dream world:
Do not invite Mick Jagger to attend a Mormon wedding.
He'll insist on singing with the band (band? at a Mormon wedding?) and the song he'll insist on singing is "Sympathy for the Devil."
"Mick," I told him in the dream, "Don't do that. They will kill you."
I woke up before the performance or a murder.
Hey! He was just trying to be friendly.
Anyway, that was an interesting dream and there was a great deal more of it but that was the easiest part to relate. I think it's hysterical that I have combined my seemingly unrelated obsessions in one dream.
As I said yesterday, today was go-to-town-and-shop day. And yes, it took me almost all day mostly because I had lunch with Hank, Rachel, Lily, Jessie, and Levon before I even began. That was fun. We went to The Wharf where guess what? They serve seafood. However, I got a Greek salad with chicken on it and it was good. We all talked to Levon about his birthday. He's excited but not crazy excited. He's taking it all in stride like the miniature full-grown man that he is. He really is like a little man in so many ways. As Jessie said to me recently, "If he could just get up at 5:30 every morning and go to work, he'd be such a happy guy."
And he would. The kid needs a job.
Have I already told you this? Forgive me if I have. It bears repeating.
Kid who needs a job. Preferably in construction.
He turns four next Tuesday but Jessie and Vergil are throwing him a little family get-together on Saturday. It'll be potluck and there will be presents and a cake. It is so nice to be able to all come together for these events. And soon, August, Maggie, and Gibson will be vaccinated too. Owen has had one of his doses. Our family has been as careful as we can be and all of the adults have been vaccinated of course, and we are so lucky that none of us has gotten sick. Not even May who works in the wellness department of the local Co-op where people come in search of natural remedies for Covid along with things to boost their immune systems because they refuse to get the shots. And of course many of them do not wear masks because...well.
I shall say no more.
So that will be fun and tomorrow it is "Grandpanthers Day" at Maggie and Gibson's school where we will meet each child at their lunch period and dine with them. Maggie's lunch is so early that it will be our breakfast and Gibson's is so late that it will be our lunch. I bought chicken roll-ups at Costco today to take, and fresh pineapple at Publix along with a bag of chips. I'll take apple fritter cake too.
To be honest, I am a little exhausted just thinking about all of it. Or perhaps I'm just exhausted from my trip to town. By the time I got home I realized that perhaps I am not entirely at full-strength yet.
Here is a picture of some chickens.
Scott looked down at me (he's almost as tall as Mr. Moon) and said, "Have you ever seen a dead chicken in the road?"
And then I realize I just told y'all what I'm taking to Grandpanthers Day for my grandchildren's lunches and talked about chickens for possibly the 987th time. At least. And I don't even have a recipe to give you.