I couldn't find Levon for awhile today but Spider Man told me he'd help me find him.
I tell you what- it's been a full day. A boy got up this morning way before it was light and came and stood by the bed and I said, "Come on, crawl in," and we cuddled for awhile and I thought for sure I was snuggling with Levon until suddenly, another boy crept under the covers and I was snuggling two boys and then I realized when one of them started talking that the one I'd thought was Levon was August and vice versa.
I just laughed.
They insisted it was getting up time although it looked like the dead of night to me. It was, however, 6:18 a.m. so I guess they were right if one gets up at such an ungodly hour. We chittered away for a few minutes and I kept telling them to whisper because we didn't want to wake up Boppy and they said, "Why?"
"He needs his sleep," I said.
They did not seem to agree.
After awhile Boppy made it known that he was awake too and at first he sounded all grumpy but then he laughed at something they said and he told them to come on and let Mer get some more sleep. And off they went to watch TV and let Boppy get more sleep in his chair.
When I got up I made pancakes and they were happy about that
Requisite pancake-eating pictures.
and then it was time to read a book and then the folks from the place where we'd bought our new bed called and were on their way to deliver it and so Boppy had to go dismantle the old bed and it was complete chaos. He was determined to take the old bed upstairs and that did happen and it did take a long time.
While all of that was going on, the young lads were being a little wild and doing gymnastics and demanding to play Uno and all sorts of things and I realized that one of the greatest things about not having little kids around is that you can actually do one thing at a time. Levon was trying to get me to untie the most bizarre and complicated arrangement of knots in some shoestrings that he'd tied to the tricycle and to the baby carriage and August wanted me to do something for him and I'd been trying to get them out of their pajamas and into their clothes and it was complex.
I did not get the knot untied.
The delivery guys showed up and Mr. Moon offered them fine tips to help him get the old bed upstairs and re-set up and that required a lot of work and then they brought in the new bed and for some reason, a frame was not ordered and so, well, there is no frame. The bed is still pretty high without it and we may just have to sleep on it as is for awhile because we hear that frames are hard to get these days.
On top of all of this, the freezer absolutely did give up the ghost and so I had to lug all of the stuff in it out to the freezers in the garage. Now, unlike most people's garages which are within arm's reach of their houses, our garage is about five hundred yards away on the rear of the property. I don't know if it's five hundred yards. I can't judge things like distance. (Spatial inadequacy.) But at least we do have freezer space out there.
Jessie came and picked up the boys and the bed project continued until it was as done as it could get without a bed frame and Mr. Moon said, "Well, we can go lay on it."
Which we did.
It is a very comfortable bed.
It felt a little strange and a little familiar to be back in our old room which is much smaller than the room we've been sleeping in. But everything I do in the bedroom, pretty much, is done on or in the bed so who needs a lot of extra space? We never moved our clothes out of the closets or Mr. Moon's dresser from the original room, whereas my dresser is in my bathroom (it's a large bathroom) so whatever, right? However, if we sleep in the same positions that we did when that was our bedroom, we'll be on different sides of the bed than we've been sleeping on for the past few years and you know how disconcerting that can be. We discussed switching sides but that just feels really wrong.
Oh, how odd and silly to be human!
We laid on the bed together for awhile, no sheets or pillows, and we both agreed that we could fall asleep so easily. It had been a busy day already and it was barely afternoon.
But we got up and I did laundry galore and walked out to the garage to get some ground venison to make chili with, stopped by the garden to pick some peppers, and then to the henhouse to collect eggs. I worked on Maggie's nightie which is almost finished. I need to do a little measuring of her and she and her brothers will be here tomorrow for a few hours so I can do it then.
At some point we determined that the refrigerator was dying too which was truly depressing. I mean- it's one thing to walk all the way to the garage to get something out of the freezer and it's a completely different thing to have to go out there every time I need a refrigerated item. Of course the good news is that this would almost definitely ensure some weight loss. A little while ago, though, Mr. Moon decided to check out the back of the refrigerator which he discovered had dust clogging up some vents (it has closed coils so that's not the problem) and he dusted and vacuumed that whole area and now we're waiting to see if ANOTHER CHRISTMAS MIRACLE WILL OCCUR and that will fix it.
I have my doubts. But a girl can hope, right? Because damn. We can't get a repair person until the 28th.
Oh, the horrors and agonies of first world problems. Poor lady has to walk out to the garage to get the butter. Poor lady and her husband have to sleep a little closer to the floor for awhile.
We shall survive.
I think I'll go put some sheets on that new bed. The chili is simmering, the birds are singing their little night tweet songs, the chickens, from what I can hear, have settled themselves into the roost.
Tomorrow I'll have my other three grands over for awhile and it will be chaos again and then I'll finish up Maggie's nightgown and wrap the presents.
The crazy thing is that I am still feeling cheerful and fairly undaunted. Everyone is healthy and good things are happening in my family despite the things that aren't so good. These too, will resolve and pass.
I just knocked wood.
Here's some camellias.
And as Lily said, "Some more carefully made than others." But they are all beautiful. And quite impressive!
Lily is a brave woman.ReplyDelete
Your camellias are a delight. I never tire of your photos of them.
Lily is very, very brave!Delete
That Owen is the spitting image of his mother. Looks good on both of them. and your refrigerator is dying? Isn't it fairly new, only a few years?ReplyDelete
He is, isn't he?Delete
Yes. You are exactly correct about the refrigerator and we are pissed. I think it's still under warranty. The damn thing is, I just love that refrigerator. The way it's set up and the ice maker and water functions are really user friendly and intelligent. Sigh.
My friend put her new mattress on spent and half full paint cans, it made a solid base! Mattress adventures, sounds racy. Your day just wore me out- I am going to go have a glass of wine or gin or something. A toast to you, champion Mer!ReplyDelete
And a toast to you, darling Linda Sue! I adore you!Delete
As long as there's camellias. I don't get about the bed frame, because mine's a platform bed. Do you mean box spring and mattress on the floor? For some people that works fine.ReplyDelete
It sounds hectic though with the help of small kids and their urgent needs for help. No wonder my peaceful day sounded so good to you.
The base of this bed is separate from the mattress which is not unusual bit it's a bit different. But for us to get in and out of it more easily and for me to make the bed, a bit more height would be helpful. We'll get one.Delete
Your peaceful day today sounded good to me too! More chaos ensured here!
Oh dear, fancy ordering a bed without a bed frame! Some married couples would be angry with each other over such a thing but you and Glen are so chilled. Peace and Love man!ReplyDelete
Well, he thought he HAD ordered the bed frame. How could I be mad at him? He's too precious.Delete
OMG, a tired person would be exhausted after reading this, though I did love the photos...Go put your feet up!ReplyDelete
I did put my feet up! In the bed!Delete
What a day!ReplyDelete
Darling Maggie is wearing a shirt my two middle sons both wore. It was a favorite. I bet hers was handed down several times just like ours was — that just bakes the love into it. xo
Oh, without a doubt that shirt is a hand-me-down. Pass the love on, right?Delete
I think I’m worn out just reading about your day! Our grands always got up way too early too, it once they got to a certain age I could convince them to play in their room. That usually got me about seven more minutes. And your Camilla…..breathtaking!ReplyDelete
Seven more minutes is about right!Delete
I am amazed how calm you are about all the things going on! I would be frazzled! Here's to you, Ms. Moon!ReplyDelete
I don't know why I'm not frazzled either but I'm just not too worried about any of it. Weird.Delete
That was a busy day and I have to agree about being able to do only one thing at a time when you don't have kids around. Jack is into everything. "What dis?" "What dis?", as he touches every single button in sight.ReplyDelete
My daughter called tonight and they have a new puppy which is lovely and she called me. I caught her up on everything that's been happening.
Miss Katie has the covid, poor girl. She had a high fever, but it's back down now, sore throat, fatigue and no cough. Her roommate also has it. Katie's good though but she's been sleeping for a good part of the day.
I'm done with 2021 and we thought 2020 was bad. God help us.
"What dis?" Yes. Sounds so familiar. We know that's how they learn but Jesus! Sometimes you just want to say, "Give me a break kid!"Delete
I'm so glad that your daughter called and so sad that Miss Katie has covid. I hope she recovers quickly.
You're so right about 2021. I'm just going to pretend that there is no time delineation and try to go with the flow. Right? That'll work.
Can you share what mattress you guys have. I have heard you talk for years about our comfy mattresses and I'm so curious.ReplyDelete
And I'm thrilled for you that you're experiencing some fucking holiday joy ;)
The comfy beds are Thera-Pedics. We love them but they may not be for everyone. Check one out to see if you like it.Delete
I loved the "fucking holiday joy."
those gingerbread houses are LIFE. i hope the fridge issue resolves itself after mr. moon's fix.ReplyDelete
Well, it didn't.Delete
I think the gingerbread houses are pretty cool.
How beautiful all your grandchildren are! Appliances aren’t built to last anymore, it seems they give up the will to live after 5 years. Our Fridge died at the beginning of the pandemic when going anywhere was fraught with peril. Of course there are no standards as far as sizes, and the new had to fit in the space. Hoping you get your Christmas miracle! Happiest of holidays to you and your family! Much love.ReplyDelete
No Christmas miracle on the refrigerator but we're fine. And this refrigerator is not even five years old.Delete
It'll get fixed.
Much love back to you, Barbara. And happy holidays.
Merry Christmas dear Mary!!!!ReplyDelete
Love the gingerbread houses! Everyone looks so proud. And NOW I understand why you moved the fridge into your hallway. (In your subsequent post.)ReplyDelete