It's A Grand Weekend

I took this late yesterday afternoon because I found it amusing. Maurice and Sophie appear to be fascinated with each other. They have not had a squirmish of any kind, mainly because Maurice is absolutely not going to put herself in a position for that to happen. After all of those years of living with Jack, she knows how to avoid other creatures when she wants to. But I've seen her sit a few feet from Sophie, just studying her and yesterday they were taking each other's measure through the door which is quite safe.
Of course Sophie wanted to eat Maurice's food and then Maurice turned the tables and ate some of Sophie's, at one point even leisurely laying with a front leg over the bowl. 
"I ain't scared of no dawgs," Maurice was saying. She slept with us all night though and stayed on the bed well into the morning to the point where I had to shoo her off when I went to make the bed around noon. She looked like this.

That cat was asleep. 

I forgot to tell you that she brought in another rat the other night but this one was intact and whole and of course Mr. Moon was here to deal with it for me. 
I was so grateful. 
She is a huntress and that's all there is to it. 

The boys were wild after supper last night. It was my fault because I didn't get supper on the table early enough and it was also Halloween's fault because it's been sugar, sugar, sugar nonstop ALTHOUGH, Vergil and Jessie have an arrangement with the boys wherein they allow the kids to keep ten pieces of whatever candy they want and then they trade the rest of it for screen minutes. And maybe something else. I forget. I asked August what ten pieces he was going to keep and he said, "Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, and I don't know what the other four will be."

Anyway, it took the guys a while to get to sleep but probably because it was their mother trying to settle them instead of me. They're always so good for me but then again- I am not their mother and they really don't know my boundaries whereas they have been studying their mother since birth and know each and every button they can push.
Levon insisted that he wanted to sleep in the cradle.

"I fit!" he kept saying. "I just have to bend my knees." 

Levon has a girlfriend now. He doesn't want to talk about her but he does want to talk about her. We've all been there. Jessie showed me a picture of a note that the girl gave him which is absolutely the best. It said (and I'm not going to try to spell like she did), "Meet me a Publix. Come to the bred ile." 
The bold child was instructing him to meet her at Publix in the bread aisle! A perfect place for an assignation, I do believe. I like this girl's spirit and obvious fearlessness in the face of carbs. 

Today I did laundry and followed Mr. Moon to Havana, Florida (not Cuba) so he could leave a truck there that needed repair. He has a guy in Havana. Mr. Moon has many guys. Then we went to downtown Havana and had lunch. Havana is known for its nice little shops selling exactly what you'd think they'd sell- antiques, things that smell good, vintage stuff, cute decor items, etc. We didn't do any shopping but lunch was okay. I just figured out today that Havana was named Havana because it used to be a huge tobacco growing area where the tobacco was also processed and a lot of it was made into cigars. People from Cuba moved here to roll cigars which was quite an art. 
It only took me twenty years to figure this out. 

And look who's here now!

It's the Big Guy kid! He's spending the night because he and his Boppie are going to get up early to go hunt. Guess what he wanted me to make for supper?

That's right. Chicken and dumplings. When I die the main thing my grandchildren are going to remember about me is that I always made chicken and dumplings. And pancakes. 

And that is okay. 

A week from today, Hank and Rachel shall be wed. I cannot believe that. I am going to make cookies tomorrow for the cookie table. Rachel asked me to make the Mr. Moon Survival Cookies and I will happily do that. 

And of course, a week from today we will either be freaking the fuck out or, so fucking happy and relieved that we can't stand it. 

I am thinking that yes, the increased dosage of the antidepressant is indeed helping and thank god for that. 

Sorry about not answering comments once again. I shall try my hardest tomorrow to get to it. And oh- the fluffy slime turned out quite well. I don't know that it has any purpose on this earth except to play with because it feels so weird and good and interesting. As Jessie pointed out though, it would be a useful tool in things like stroke rehabilitation to get people to use their hands. I think she's right. 

So now you know about fluffy slime. And so do I.

Love...Ms. Moon