The granddog came over today for her first visit. She is such a teddy bear, that dog. Jessie said that she recently almost kicked the little Doodle Bug out of her way, thinking she was a stuffed animal. I described her today as a small, solid center surrounded by a cloud and that is what she feels like. She likes it here at Mer and Bop's, I think. Plenty to smell both inside and out, different people to cuddle and pet her.
August wanted a little snuggle himself with his Boppy.
Jessie and I decided to take the boys to Monticello to eat lunch at the Mexican restaurant and so we did. Mr. Moon was going to watch the FSU game on TV and said he'd be glad to babysit Sophie. I loaded up on quarters before we left because they have about eight of those bubble-gum/prize dispensers and I figured we could use the promise of a prize as a bribe to ensure good behavior.
It sort of worked.
Every time I go there I am once again shocked by how colorful and pretty the place is. And the food is so good!
I tell you what else I was shocked at- how much August ate. The kid must be in a growth spurt. He ate about a basket and a half of chips, all the bean dip, and a chicken burrito with queso sauce, guacamole, and sliced avocado on the side.
He told his mom she could eat all the lettuce and tomato on his plate but NOT THE AVOCADO!
"No, honey," I said. "They don't use real jewels in those rings."
"Maybe they made a mistake!" he said.
I have no idea why but I will never forget that. It was so precious.
"I'm a fan of Terez's," Levon said on the way over there.
We all are.
The library has new guinea pigs which we admired and after we visited with Terez we went in the children's room and read a few books. Monticello really does have a fine library.
And then one more stop at the Winn Dixie. Although Winn Dixie is not Publix, this Winn Dixie is a pretty darn nice one. Jessie needed frozen pizza for the boys because she and Vergil are going out on a date tonight and that would be an easy meal for the babysitter to make. I needed to get some good sandwich rolls because we're going to have fish sandwiches made with two beautiful pieces of leftover air-fried grouper from two nights ago.
My bread last night turned out lovely. It was really not sour enough because it had not had enough time to rest and it was a little too soft for real sourdough, although it was real sourdough. But it was very good and held the butter quite well which is bread's main purpose in life, unless you have some nice olive oil with herbs to dip it in.
Maurice was so puffed up and howly that she looked like a Catzilla and I told the man that yes, she does, and in fact, she gets freaked out by everything but for some reason, the couple just stood there with their dog.
I think that August (aka Truth Teller) may have summed it up for me when I stumbled a little bit at one point this afternoon and said, "Why did I do that?" and he said, "Because you are old?"
"You're right," I said to him. "I am old. Now hold my hand while we cross the street," and he put his little brown paw in mine and we safely crossed and I do love being old in some ways because that means I get to be a grandmother. The rest of it can sort of go to hell.