Food, Food, Food, Food, Food. And More Food. Also Religion

Rachel posted this memory from five years ago on Facebook when we were at the Hilltop where we had all gathered for lunch. Look how little the kids were! Levon was still a baby! And then today Lily texted the group and asked if anyone would like to meet up there today for lunch. Jessie couldn't make it because Levon had a soccer game but Lily and Lauren and Gibson and Maggie and Rachel and Hank and I all got together for a fun afternoon. Owen was at work. Lily informed us that he'd cut all his hair off. Actually, Lauren did it for him. I can't even imagine what he looks like. His family all agreed that it was darker now. 
Oh gosh. Remember my little blond rock star? 
I can't even remember the last time Owen had short hair. 

I had to take a picture today.

Maggie decided not to participate. She was too busy doing an experiment with a sago frond, trying to get it to float on the air coming from the AC unit. 
I don't think it worked. But she gave me a very sweet hug and kiss before they left. 
The Hilltop was the Hilltop. One of the ladies working there has a baby that she brings to work. Last week when I picked up sandwiches there for Mr. Moon and me, the baby was in a high chair, playing with some toys but today her mother was wearing her as she slept. Later on, she woke up and was toddling about and is just about the cutest thing ever. I said to Lily when we were standing in line to order, "We need to get us one of those."

"I know," she said. "Too bad it's illegal to just take one."

I always think of Raising Arizona and how much Holly Hunter wanted a baby and made her husband go steal her one. And of course disaster ensued. What a great movie that was. 

We sat outside to eat at a picnic table and had a fine conversation. There were two men sitting at the table in front of us when I first sat down and of course I had to eavesdrop, that being one of the most pleasurable things in my life. There was an older guy and a younger guy and the younger guy was going on about the Bible in an instructional manner, talking about David in the old testament. The older man asked about Bathsheba and the younger guy said, "You know, Jesus came from Bathsheba's direct line," just as confidently as if DNA tests had been performed and reported on by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. on Finding Your Roots. 
I wanted so badly to jump up and say, "Now how the fuck do you know that?" but instead, I just stared at him with as much skepticism on my face as I could possibly conjure up and he saw me and looked away. I don't even know what's wrong with me lately. When I hear people talking about religion as if it were proven and accepted science, I just want to scream. There are so many reasons I am not fit for polite company and this is one of them. 

Anyway, in what was probably excellent timing, the rest of the family came out and started talking and I couldn't hear the conversation any more. 

This morning I picked some greens and turnips for tonight's dinner. 

Aren't they pretty? They're cooking right now with a little bacon, onion, and the sliced turnips. And other things, of course. 

I also made Mr. Moon's survival cookies that I generally make him before he takes off for a hunting adventure. 

I call them "survival cookies" because he could live off those things  for weeks if not months. He'll be leaving early in the morning. Maurice is already very nervous, knowing exactly what his duffel bag laid out on the guest room bed means. 
"It's gonna be you and me, baby!" I told her. She looked at me like, "Why don't you leave and let him stay here?"

We just had a nice little storm with some cracking good thunder and lightening and a downpour. It's already passing though. We may get more rain tonight and then it will be cooler again. 

Exhaustion hit me this evening, right about the same time it did last night. I have no explanation for it today, though, having done little more than go to lunch, which seems to be my new career. Maybe I'm still tired from yesterday, my body trying to adapt to my walks again like me trying to adapt to cold weather, then to hot, to having my man around, to not. I'll be just fine. Meanwhile, it'll be nice to spend the evening with him, eating supper and watching another episode of Northern Exposure which we are only falling more in love with with each rewatching. 

Lily sent a picture of Owen with his new haircut. He wanted us to all see it. So here you are.

Still a rock star. Still my little prince. 
Still my beloved O-Boy, the child who made me a grandmother, who gave me my grandmother name. 

Love...Ms. Moon