Wednesday, May 31, 2023

The Boys Are Back In Town


 It would appear that Levon lost most of his pupils in North Carolina. Either that, or he's rolling his eyes so hard they are in danger of falling out of his head at the thought of me taking yet another picture of him and his brother. 


And go ahead and judge me for the chaos in that Hoosier cabinet. I keep meaning to get in there and organize stuff but I just have not done it. I keep a lot of random things in there including the baking powder and baking soda and brown sugar and powdered sugar and the M&M's for chocolate emergencies, and the raisins and, well... yeah. For some reason the ants never get in there so it's a good place to stash the things they particularly like. 

Jessie brought those boyos over this morning as she had some things to do that would be easier done without them and she knew I missed them. They're obviously eating their lunch in that picture. Peanut butter, honey, and raisin sandwich for Levon and toasted cheese for August. Cherries and watermelon on the side. Levon started spitting cherry seeds because he has a demon in him. The same demon that all children have in them. 
I told him that grannies used to make their grandchildren go out and get switches for the grannies to switch their butts ("MerMer said butt!") with and if they brought in a switch that wasn't big enough, they'd make them go get another one. 
The boys thought this was hysterical and Levon went outside to find a switch. He couldn't find one so he grabbed one of my flip flops and smacked MY butt with it. 
Child!
They know me and my MerMer heart too well. 

We read some books and that was wonderful. August really snuggled up beside me and patted my old arms and shoulders and said, "Your skin is like rubber," and I said, "Yes. I know." But he also told me that I was warm and that he liked that. It occurred to me that I shouldn't feel so hateful about my body. Old grandmas are SUPPOSED to be warm and abundant of flesh. At least when it's time to read books. 

Before too long, Boppy came home from the gym and the boys wanted to play Wii and so they did. That was the last they needed of me. Shouts of laughter came from the Glen Den while I puttered around doing other things. And then Mama got back from her errands and Bye-Bye Treats were given and so were kisses. It was so good to see all of them. August even told me that it felt like it had been "four hundred days" since he'd seen me. I agreed that it did. 

Mr. Moon and our friend Chip are going over to Dog Island tomorrow to get some work done on the house. They left it in complete chaos, I think, last time they were there working on it and it's been months and months. Glen hinted around that it would be mighty swell if I cooked up something they could take with them and heat up to eat for suppers and at first I did not have the spirit or the desire to do that but then my sense of responsibility and, sure, love, kicked in and I've made a red sauce that we'll eat over spaghetti tonight and that I'll mix with elbow noodles and cheese to bake for them to take. God knows I can't let my husband and one of our best friends die of starvation on Dog Island. 

We've just gotten a nice little rain and I am glad of that. When I took the compost out earlier, I saw at least a dozen cucumbers coming along. The one I took a picture of a few days ago has indeed gained girth and heft and will be ready for picking any day now. 

Here's what Jessie brought me from her garden today. 


I am ready to throw my hands up in the air and admit defeat. She grows everything in containers in her front yard in downtown Tallahassee and it's all so beautiful and of better quality than what we've got going on here. In my defense, they get a LOT of sun in that front yard and we get a pitiful amount. 
I am not ashamed of accepting that bountiful gift, however, and I gave her some green beans, both raw and pickled. 

I guess I better go bake that casserole and a loaf of bread I've got rising, make us a salad and boil us some spaghetti pasta. Our rain has almost passed and Sheba just ate her/his supper which was probably a little soggy. 

Sometimes I wish I could give all of you Bye-Bye Treats. Today we gave the boys a choice of Dove dark chocolate, peppermint patties, M&M's, or a Nutella snack pack. August chose the Dove chocolate and Levon chose the Nutella. If you were here, I would let you choose from any of those OR a bowl of spaghetti OR a piece of bread with butter. 
Or oh, what the hell? A martini. 

Gosh. I am so incredibly generous when it comes to virtual giving, aren't I? 

Well, I really would. I swear. 

Love...Ms. Moon

29 comments:

  1. bread slathered with butter would do it for me, thank you! My Mom (who was european.......swiss, to be exact) always said she could *live on only bread, butter, cheese, and chocolate*.......and I agree! Glad you got to see the boyos............ and that all is well. Those tomatoes of Jessies are just gorgeous and I bet taste as good as any tomato possibly can!
    Susan M

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    1. Yes- bread, butter, cheese and chocolate! And maybe some strawberries. Aren't those tomatoes little beauties?

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  2. Just reserve me some milk chocolate m and ms and I'll be fiiine.

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  3. May I have M&Ms AND a martini? Pretty please?!

    I just love you, Mary Moon. Thank you for being here and being....you. xx

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    1. Of course you can have M&M's AND a martini!
      I love you too, Jennifer. You make the world a better place.

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  4. I would like the peppermint patty AND spaghetti AND bread AND martini. Thank you bex ❤️

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  5. OK, I'm going to be the hog I am....a bowl of spaghetti, bread/butter AND a martini. I would be in Mary Moon Heaven. We could talk about our time in nursing school/nursing, Cross Creek and recipes. That would truly be a joy to me! Your post in the evening is the gift I look forward to! And gift it is!
    Paranormal John

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    1. Oh my! Your words really made my heart happy. I have a feeling we would have a LOT to talk about, John.

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  6. Honey girl! I hope you own some stock in the Nutella company! And you tell those boys that I also had PB and honey and raisins sandwich for brunch today with a smushed banana half and chopped walnuts. Yum!

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    1. Levon always wants a peanut butter, honey, and raisin sandwich over here. I believe I may be a little over-lavish with the honey.
      Your sandwich sounds gourmet!

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  7. The bowl full of tomato- that is a soulful bowl. A beauty! Rubber granny, oh yes, squishy yet rigid- that is my granny self.

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    1. I went to delete that picture a few minutes ago and just couldn't. Too pretty.
      Levon asked me today if I have flappy skin. I had to tell him that yes, I sure did.

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  8. Your boys are back and your world is whole again, even with the swat on the backside from a flipflop. I don't see a messy Hoosier Cupboard, I see a working kitchen. I would choose the peppermint patties, I love those things! We can get them here, about six centimeters in diameter but they cost a whole dollar each! They used to be bigger and cheaper :(
    Jessie's tomatoes look delicious.

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    1. I get bags of the peppermint patties when they go on BOGO. They are such a nice little hit of chocolate, aren't they?

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  9. I will have the martini please. Aren't those boys are just so lovely?

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  10. Peppermint patty , please!

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  11. I got spanked in second grade for hitting my teacher on the butt. Which, granted, is not quite the same as hitting my mermer. That demon made me do it!

    Sun is definitely the secret to good tomatoes.

    I pick martini.

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    1. What?! Steve, not you! You would not hit a teacher on the butt! Well, that child demon is pretty persuasive.
      You may have two martinis if you want.

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  12. Pretty tomatoes in that lovely wooden bowl is certainly a lovely picture!!
    Glad the boys are back and you had fun with them!
    I would like a slice of your homemade bread with butter, please!
    Thanks you, Mary!

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    1. I would so gladly give you a slice of bread. Last night's was a truly good loaf.

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  13. I would like a slice of your homemade bread, toasted, no butter, little bit of mayonaise, and a sliced tomato over top of it, peppered black, with an unsweetened ice tea (if you have two slices of lemon, that would be very nice) and I want to eat in on your front porch sitting in the green chair visiting with you while you sip and martini and we talk about the bullshit of life, and we will not solve any of its problems, but we will know for a fact that there is someone in this world who thinks the same, and we will take great comfort in that.

    Um...am I being greedy?

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    1. You are not being greedy. You are being lovely and I would enjoy that too!

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