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One of the things I love about having taken out the Bradford pears is the fact that I get more sky-view. Every morning when I get up, I go out to the back porch and I think of Ross and I look up and I am always comforted by what I see, no matter the weather. 

We still don't know what we want to do in that space. I really think I would love a pool but the thought of having workers in my backyard for weeks and possibly months is not a happy prospect. I am notoriously bad at being able to envision things that are not there and so it's hard for me to imagine what a pool would look like in that space and what would I want surrounding it? Palm trees? A little fruit arbor? A patio of sorts with a covered area? 
I DON'T KNOW! 
I need to start looking online to find ideas. There is nothing in this world wrong with having a little dreamy dream of what is mostly a fantasy. 

I did a little more packing at Lily's today. It was truly a group effort as Jessie and Vergil were back along with Candie and her husband, and May and Michael. Lauren had to work. It was actually rather fun being with my kids, all of us repeatedly asking, "What the fuck is this?" when we'd uncover something like a rotisserie rod or a solar phone charger in a drawer or a cabinet. Candie is the leader in ruthlessness. "Throw it away!" she said, over and over. "Trash it!" Much of this happened while Lily was at the new house waiting on a plumber because of course, there was a slight plumbing problem and so we were free to use our own judgement about many things. She's at the point though where throwing things away is fine with her. 
This is all such a good lesson for all of us. "Use it or lose it," has taken on new meaning although perhaps "Lose it if you don't use it," would be a better way to put it.
I think Gibson is having a rather hard time with the move. For the past few years, his bedroom has actually been the living room of their house. They had a den where they mostly gathered, and a large dining room too. So the boy's room was enormous and not having a door didn't seem to be a problem for him. He is quite worried now that his bed is going to take up half the space in his new room. We keep trying to reassure him that he'll be fine, he'll grow to love it, and that this will help him to only hold on to the things he really wants. 
I surely hope that's true. Sweet Gibson. 
I'll tell you one thing I know for sure- none of us, especially Lily and Lauren will be sad not to have to drive down the gravel, rock, and red clay road that leads to their house. It is a torture on cars and since the big rain we had a few weeks ago, there are trenches and ruts in it that are approaching river bed dimensions. They will now have a real, true road that leads right up to their house which will be a delight. 

Mr. Moon is packing to leave for Alabama tomorrow morning and Maurice is worried, as she always is when he brings out the duffel bag and starts filling it up. 

She's been waiting for me outside the kitchen door today and following me wherever I go. It's as if she's pretty sure I'll be staying here but needs to watch carefully to make sure. Poor baby. Mr. Moon is her human and although she likes me okay, he is the one that represents safety and security for her. 

I know how she feels. 

I, for one, am very glad that my husband is going to get away for a few days of fishing and recreating with his fellas. My god, but he needs that and deserves it. I am sending him away whole-heartedly and even told him a few minutes ago to take his time because a few days by myself is just what I need. "The piano has been calling me," I told him. "It wants me to play it."
I am remembering last year, when Mr. Moon went on this trip. He'd just had a procedure to get a needle biopsy of a lump in his leg and he went immediately from that to jumping in his truck, even though his leg was leaking all sorts of fluids. He tied a bandana around his calf and took off north.
He's gotten oysters to take with him as that's become part of the routine of the trip. The men eat them raw and they eat them grilled and for all I know, they make Oysters Rockefeller too. Whatever. Oysters must be involved. 

I'll probably be doing more to help Lily while he's gone. There's still a lot to do although today the guys got the big things moved. The beds and the sofa and dining table all went over yesterday and today the refrigerator and credenza and some other very heavy things have been put into their new places. By the way- Lily did buy that white, round oak table at the Bad Girls Get Saved By Jesus Thrift Store and it's already on their new beautiful back porch. That makes me happy. 

And so it's been another Sunday and one in which I got to see most of my children and all of my grandchildren. Owen hugged me and I kissed him on the cheek while Levon was in the kitchen with us and I said, "See Levon, Owen hugs me and let's me kiss him," and he said, "Ugh." 
Owen said, "You won't hug MerMer?" Levon just made a face and went outside. He's his own man, that one and I respect that and I love him so.

I imagine the Rolling Stones are all backstage at the Houston NRG stadium, whatever that is, doing their ancient backstage rituals and waiting for that magical moment when they are announced. 
Oh, how I wish I could be there and yet...

Will they begin with "Start Me Up?"
I sort of hope so. 

It makes me happy to think of the Old Boys taking the stage once again, doing what they do, what they invented, what they they do and have done for sixty years, better than anyone else. 

"Start Me Up," Mick sings. "Start me up and I'll never stop, never stop, never stop."

That's a promise that has been well kept. 

I better go make some supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon