My social life has been extremely active the last few days. First the party on Friday, then last night after I posted, Lily and Lauren came over to return Mr. Moon's lawn mower and ended up sitting in the kitchen with me while I was making supper and we laughed and talked for a while and it was so fun! It's nice to see Lily somewhere besides the freezer aisle at Publix. And I have to say that the more I know Lauren, the more I love her. She is so quiet that it really has taken me years to truly feel that I am growing to know her. I've admired her for a long time for her work ethic and her devotion to Lily and the kids, her relationship with Jason which is always cordial and polite (and kudos to Jason there too) and her calm demeanor. But the more I know her, the more apparent it is that she's so funny and so caring. I handed her my phone last night and said, "Could you please install the Publix app for me?" and she did. She does whatever she can to make Lily's life easier which is a blessing as she is going through the very tail end of her divorce, working full time and being the best mama anyone could hope to be.
Damn. They are both amazing women.
Anyway, so that was fun and they left and our friend Chip was here, helping Glen with that barn roof and I wanted to feed him supper too because it was getting late. He ended up taking a plate home because he had a lot to do this morning before coming back over to work again today. This morning I woke up late which is no mystery as I knew it was Sunday, the day I take it easy and I had nothing planned except for working in the garden and making us a nice Sunday morning breakfast. I'd set aside some sourdough starter that I'd fed to make biscuits in preparation for that.
But soon I was getting texts from Jessie. Vergil has left for North Carolina to do a week of work on their property up there and she was wondering what we were doing today. Daddy was definitely working with Chip getting ready for the roofers but hell, I knew I could put off the garden until tomorrow so I said to come on out and they did and I made sourdough pancakes instead of biscuits, and eggs and bacon, and Chip pulled up just as we were about to eat and he ended up having breakfast with us. The boys ate tremendous amounts of pancakes, of course, and I think everyone got full.
August talked his mother into playing Life with them so they did that although they did let me read them a book I got at the Goodwill bookstore last week. Just what I need, right? Another kids' book. I enjoyed that.
And then Sophie took a dive into the "duck pond" which is not a pond at all but a sunken smallish hot tub in the camellia bed which Mr. Moon had planned to make into a water feature with rocks (the ones he just dug up out of the ground last week) and a little fountain and plants and so forth but he never got past the hot tub part and so it's a very stagnant tiny body of water with probably two feet of old leaves and other plant material in it. Frogs do live in it, I think. At least I often hear a large plop when I go out there. So Sophie was in no danger of drowning but she was filthy and covered in duck weed which surprisingly, is almost impossible to wash out of a dog's hair. We now know this because we put her in my bathtub and washed and washed and washed her, and the dirt and what must have been sediment and the duck weed flowed off her for about half an hour after the real scrubbing had begun. She was a good girl, though, and tolerated the bath sweetly.
So she got the complete shampoo and conditioner treatment and then a good rubdown with towels and was happy as a child dog can be. While Jessie and I were attending to that, the boys decided to use my make-up and painted their faces. Levon looked exactly like what little boys whose moms helped them be "hobo's" for Halloween looked, five o'clock shadow and all. I have just done a short google search on whether the term "hobo" is offensive or not and there seems to be a mixed reaction to that question. I doubt I'd use it as a description for a real person but that's what we called those Halloween costumes which were quick and easy to pull together. Just make your face look like you haven't shaved, wear old clothes, and make a bindle out of an old broomstick and bandana with something in it to make it look full. I guess the female equivalent to that was being a Gypsy, also another word that is definitely considered offensive now as we have discussed, despite the little shop a block from here called My Gypsy Soul Boutique which, by the way, is still mostly open although the Lloyd Farmer's Market is still naught but a sign and a dream as far as I can tell.
Obviously, I am. I am still completely enthralled with the goings-on of the Mormon church and I have to say it's a damn good thing that they have their own ginormous law firm. Honestly, it's not funny because the latest things the church and the law firm are dealing with are different accusations of abuse, both of children and adults.
So yeah, I'll let you go, but since it IS Sunday, I'll give you a hymn. This is the second cut that's been released off the Stone's new album of all original material. It's called Sweet Sounds of Heaven and not only does Lady GaGa sing on it, but Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney play on it and it was recorded with everyone in the room, just like the olden days and by golly, I think maybe the Stones have got something good here.