This is what it looked like this morning when I got up. It was startlingly clear and beautiful. Summer is at its green best, still not yet weary from the days of heat, and we have gotten some rain. It was one of those moments where you catch yourself looking at something you have seen thousands of times and think, "I should pay attention to this," the light being somehow more transcendent, the trees and plants somehow more softly emerald green, the birds singing more cheerfully.
We had a good time with Gibson. The meatloaf was perhaps the finest meatloaf I've ever made. Don't ask me why. But it was damn good. He allowed me to read him two books, one being "In Search of the Zipper-rump-a-zoo." I've read that one almost as many times as "The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza". Its pages are soft with many turnings and either Lily or Jessie crayoned over some of the faces when they were tiny.
This morning I made the standard grandchild breakfast with pancakes and bacon and eggs, and later on Gibson and I drove to Monticello where we met Lily and Owen and Maggie at the library. Owen and Gibson had never been to the Jefferson County library. Lily and Jessie and I started going there to take the little kids to Toddler Time which is how we met Terez. It is such a sweet library. There is a guinea pig in a cage and there are little activities set up all over for children to do.
On one table, they have a huge coloring sheet- as big as a tablecloth- and I tell Terez that one of these days, I am going to come in and sit there and color and listen to my audio book. I can't imagine anything more soothing than that. Terez says to come on in anytime.
Hell, I may go buy myself a brand new 64-pack of Crayolas. Can you imagine the joy I would be giving my eight-year old self to be surrounded by books and interesting people, listening to a story and coloring with unbroken, still-pointy crayons?
Be still my heart.
The 4-H club had already come in to the library before we got there for a field trip and Terez had made slime with them and he offered to bring out the supplies and help our three and another little boy who was there to make their own batches. Great happiness ensued.
Terez's slime-game is on point, y'all. The man knows how to do it. He even put coloring in it that made it glow in the dark.
Are you kidding me?
It was hard to get the kids to leave to go get lunch, especially after Maggie and Gibson found the puppet show theater in the little kid reading room. But finally we rounded them up and I got them to pose with Terez for a picture.