Wednesday, February 15, 2023

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Portrait of August in black and white by Levon. 

After you let the grandchildren have your phone to play a game on, you never know quite what you'll find on it when you get it back. I actually like this picture very much. 

We've gotten in very late. It was a long day from the cardiologist consult to the boys to Mr. Moon getting a vehicle ready to sell which takes far more work and planning than you can imagine. I had to go pick him up after I left Jessie and Vergil's house so he could leave the vehicle in place at the credit union where he used to have an office. They still allow him to put cars out front with "for sale" signs on them which is so very nice of them. By law and to keep his license as a dealer, he has to have at least two (I think) spaces to show cars for sale and the credit union has provided that. 

But it was a good day. The cardiologist was a hoot. That's all I can say. Just a hoot. He wore extremely fancy and pointy black patent leather shoes with pants that were short and tight and a regular sweater over a regular shirt. 
It was a look. 
He was very nice, made sure to shake my hand both coming and going, and was quite personable. A stress test has been arranged at some point for my husband but it won't be for months. The whole tech thing at the hospital has screwed up scheduling like you can't believe. 

After that I ran to the Co-op to get Mr. Moon's leg cramp pills and then to pick up Levon. 
"Hi, guy!" I said to him when he came out of the building. 
"You always say that," he said. 
"I do?"
"Yes."

Well. I shall try to remember to change that up. 

We met Boppy for lunch at Chow Time. This is what Levon got. 


I told him he had to eat some real food before his dessert and he did. And then he wanted red jello cubes in one cup and another cup with strawberry ice cream and chocolate pudding in it which he mixed up and proclaimed to be delicious. 
I took his word. 

And then on to get August at his school and then to gymnastics! 


I loved the teacher. I think they may use the "they" pronouns. Not sure. Anyway, they were completely cool and calm with those little boys who bounced and jumped and ran and skipped and flipped, keeping a sort of control that appeared effortless. The kids listened to every word they said. There were all sorts of different activities and what I realized is that kids their age have no idea what they can't do and so they just do it anyway. It's a sort of magic. I got to talk to two mothers, one of whom is a friend of Jessie's, the mother of one of Levon's best school friends. I enjoyed talking to the ladies and it reminded me of how incredibly valuable these conversations with other women are when you're a young mother. 
Pretty awesome when you're an old grandmother, too, actually. 

And then back home after the lesson and when Vergil got off work, I picked up my husband and now we are home. After such a sturdy lunch at Chow Time (we did not limit ourselves to one piece of pizza and some fruit) I think I'll make us a little bit of what I used to call Samurai soup to serve in our new big white bowls. That sounds good. I bought new ginger root at the coop and just picked some greens from the garden. 

So that was that. A very full day and I did not feel exhausted or flat, just a normal, fine day with lots of joking with the kids and the exquisite joy of listening to James Brown sing "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" on the radio with Levon. 
"You know a lot of bands," he told me.
"Just the old ones," I said. 
"That's because you're old," he said.
"Exactly right!" I told him. 
And it is. 

Love...Ms. Moon

17 comments:

  1. I think this is a very happy post! So glad you do get these days occasionally!
    Oh, I just saw that Raquel Welch has died at 82!

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    1. I saw that too! As I told my husband- it's hard to believe she ever aged.

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  2. I am glad it was a good day!

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  3. I'm happy that you had such a lovely day. Samurai soup? I'm wondering now if the twins would enjoy gymnastics when they get old enough. It will be up to the parents to decide of course.

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    1. They might! It seems like such a natural fit for August and Levon with their strong, wiry little bodies.

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  4. A busy, happy day. Perfect.
    Hopefully the stress test will happen sooner rather than later.

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    1. The doctor did not seem concerned at all about Glen's heart, otherwise I think he would have rushed it.

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  5. Sounds like a full day, for sure. Levon's comment about liking old bands because you're old resonates with me as well. I am proud to know nothing at all about modern pop music!

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    1. I don't know that I'm proud not to know anything about modern pop music but the fact is- I don't.

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  6. Regarding old bands... I was watching an awards show last weekend and I had never heard of any of the nominated bands. Like Steve, I felt quite proud of that. Some young people today may have heard the name "The Rolling Stones" but know nothing about them or their music. On a recent British TV quiz show, a contestant thought they were American.

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    1. Instead of proud, I think I feel old when confronted with so many newer performers I know nothing about. Of course I am prejudiced about the music we grew up with. Obviously it's the best! But you know, every generation has their own tribal music.
      That does make me a little sad that someone thought that the Rolling Stones are American but I can see how that would happen. to me they are SO British but in another way, they are the world's.

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  7. I like the oldies but I like new music too. I always have music on the radio in the car and skip from station to station to avoid commercials and "talk".
    Glad you had a nice busy day!

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    1. Good for you, Ellen! That is an excellent attitude.

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  8. The doctor on the floor at the hospital last weekend was Dr. Will (first name), very dapper in his bow tie and cap. Very personable, as was all the staff.

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    1. It helps SO much if medical staff allow themselves to be perceived as real humans with quirks and souls.

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  9. I love that photo too. It is absolutely alive in a way so many "professional" portraits aren't.

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