My Boys

I just got home and have put away the groceries and gotten out of my town clothes and started the dishwasher. It's time to make our supper but of course I had to sit down here first to tell you I'm alive, hello! and so are the children I was put in charge of. 
So another successful day. 

Vergil texted me this morning that the violin teacher was under the weather and there would be no lesson today so I made a plan to take the fellas to the library and then to the playground there. I packed banana bread and trail mix with M&M's left over from Mr. Moon's Canadian trek, AND Cheetos. I was ready for big fun.

When I got them from school, I got two hugs and August said, "You're doing pretty good on your time," meaning I have not been late to pick them up lately. Or ever, really. 
I said, "Well, I try. I plan my entire day so that I won't be late getting here." I was flattered that he noticed my punctuality. 
And then I laid out my plan as we walked to the car and it did not seem to excite the children at all. Not even the trail mix with the M&M's. "You can pick them out and just eat those!" I said. 
"Nah," they said. 
Levon said he'd like some Cheetos, though. Also, they did not want to go to the library and playground. They wanted to go home because there was a Lego project there they were working on and that was what they wanted to do. 
And so that's what we did. 
I felt completely useless. August got his own snack from his mom's stash of dark chocolate and Levon ate some Cheetos and then it was full-on Lego time. We did watch a few animal facts for kids videos. I now know much more about Cheetahs than I did before. For one thing, if they don't catch the prey they're chasing within a short amount of time, they just let it go. Their kill rate is about 50% though so they do okay. I made them go outside for a little while but August jumped on the trampoline for about three minutes and then ran back to the house. Levon lasted perhaps ten minutes. 
Oh well. 

So that was that and some days they just don't need me very much. In fact, they would much rather I have not been there at all, I think. I kept going into the play room to check on them, ask them if they needed anything but mostly all they needed was for me to leave them alone. 

Sophie, on the other hand, did indeed want my attention. She is getting so big! She tried to eat my hair and she also put her paw in my ear. Well, at least I felt needed. 

While I was there I got a phone call from my Boy O who applied for a job at Publix a week or so ago. He wanted me to know that he got the job! Here's the picture Lily sent of him after he heard the news, I guess.

He's just a baby! As a fourteen-year old, he can only work a limited amount of hours a week but I think he's really proud. I asked him if he could work and still have time to do what he needs for school and he said he could. He's killing it at school this year, by the way.

So that's the news around here. 

I will also advise you that Hackney Diamonds is coming out tomorrow. The old boys seem to have done it good. Every review I've read has been incredibly positive and not just because the old geezers managed to squeeze a record out but because it's a STONES album and it is a great Stones album. What I like is that the band itself seems really proud of it, really excited about it. And isn't that a beautiful thing? There's been an awful lot of press and of course that makes me happy but interviewers just keep on going back to the same old questions. However, Keith and Mick are such old pros at this game and they answer whatever is asked with grace and humor, unlike the lady at the Junior Museum who could not deal with being asked four times in a row what happened to the tortoises's foot. 
Well. No comparison there, really. 

Keith said that the this album was really meant to play on vinyl. And by golly, I've been threatening to get a new turntable that works and I think now is the time. A record, a real record, with liner notes and artwork and the whole damn thing. 

Hell, you could roll a joint on the album cover. 

If you wanted. 

I better go make supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon