A Sunday That Did Not Suck

I have had a most relaxing day. I woke up at my regular time but just as I was thinking I'd get out of bed, Jack came in and snuggled up against me and, knowing that he probably needed more rest, I went back to sleep with him. 

I am nothing if not kind. 

I wanted to make sure that y'all knew that Jessie and Mr. Moon were not the only people on that boat. There were about twenty people, all fishing, and that's why there were so many fish. The boat was sixty-five feet long which is fifteen feet longer than the trailer I lived in when Hank and May were little. Jessie was the only female on the boat which is pretty funny. Her daddy said she did great which is high praise from him. I think they had a terrific time. When I spoke to them this morning, they said again how much they wished Lily had been with them. I told them that although I know they laughed a lot together, that if Lily had been there, they would have laughed three times as much. Lily is about the funniest person I know. She doesn't present that way but she will crack you up. 

Hank asked me the other day if I wanted to meet him and Rachel at the Wacissa today and I said I probably did. So after I did all my blog reading and commenting and read the paper online and did the crossword and made and ate a very fine breakfast, I put on my cherry tomato bathing costume and drove to the river. The parking lot was full and cars were parked about a quarter of a mile up the road but I thought I'd just go ahead and see if anyone had left a spot for me. I almost always get a parking place right near the river. It's like magic. But I had a feeling today that I was not going to get one of those spaces and I was right BUT, I drove all the way around the lot and by golly, the very most distant space in the entire place sat empty and I snugged up in it and grabbed my stuff and walked down to the pavilion where Hank and Rachel and friends were. It was a lovely group of people, including one woman I don't know that well although I follow her on FB. She is an activist and an all-around fighter of the good fight and she has brilliant hot pink hair and tattoos all over her body and I enjoyed studying them while we all sat and talked. She and Hank used to put on a festival every year and they worked their asses off for months getting that thing organized. She's one of those people. She gets things done. 
And guess who else was there? Our beloved hair-cutter and darling friend, Miss Melissa and her wonderful husband, John, aka Juancho. I met Juancho through blogs and invited him one year to our then-annual Thanksgiving Eve party. It was love at first sight. And he and our family have been close ever since. He re-met Melissa some years ago. They had been childhood sweethearts and it became apparent that the flame still burned and they got married. They are just the best people. I adore them and rarely see them. I see Melissa about once a year when I get a few feet of hair cut off but I rarely get to see Juancho. So it was terrific to get to spend some time with them. I just had a great time all the way around. We talked about books and all kinds of stuff and they are so kind to let me be part of that. Hank is so precious to invite me to these gatherings with such cool people. 

We got in the river a few times to cool off and when we were making our final dunk, John asked me to baptize him and so I did, awkwardly. "I baptize you in the holy spirit of the Mother of Mermaids!" I said, as I tipped him backwards. 

Here's a picture of me and John ten years ago. 

TEN YEARS AGO! 

Dang, I was still really cute. I had no idea. 

Sigh.

So Mr. Moon will be home soon. He has dropped Jessie and Jessie's new little girl off at home and is driving my way. I got pictures of their journey.

I saw that picture of Glen and the pup and I thought to myself, "Oh god. He's going to want a dog."
I am sure he is smitten. And who wouldn't be? 

But no, no, no, no, NO! There are no dogs in my future except those who belong to others and that's all there is to it. I'll move into a van down by the river before I get another dog. Ain't gonna happen. 

She is a cutie though. That I can agree on. 

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Well, the man is home and he has not said one word about wanting a dog so perhaps I misinterpreted the expression on his face and his text which said, "My little honey."

Here's another picture of Jessie with the new girl. 

I think she's happy. 

Lauren is getting better. Lily said that she can walk around now and was actually looking forward to the kids getting home so she has someone to play video games with. 

Lauren's a keeper, as we say around here. 

Seemed like I had something else to discuss but damned if I can remember what it was. I'm just a happy old lady whose husband is home from having fun with a daughter. I was thinking this morning how that is something I never got to experience- having a fun adventure with a parent. Forget the dad thing. That definitely never happened. And I'm sure that I did have some good times with my mother. I mean- there was that trip to Key West where she discovered the deliciousness and pleasure of a good pina colada, but it certainly was not just the two of us.

So nothing in the world could make my heart happier than knowing that Jessie and her daddy could enjoy each other's company so very much. Next time, though, Lily has to be part of it. 
They will all be so weak with laughter that they will all need help getting off the boat, if a boat is involved. 

God, I'm lucky. 

Love...Ms. Moon