The Boys Are Back In Town

As I mentioned yesterday, Jessie and I had discussed a trip to Costco and we did get there, eventually. First Jessie wanted to take the boys to Target to get new lunch boxes and maybe new clothes. School starts in a week. I started out my shopping at Publix where I needed a few things. I picked up some items for Jessie, too, so she wouldn't have to drag the boys to more than two stores. 
I have to say I spend a lot less time at Publix and less money, too, since going on this medication. I no longer feel the need to roam every aisle, considering many different food options. I just get what I'm pretty sure I need and that's that. I have no doubt that my meals are far less exciting than they used to be but I try to keep things interesting, at least. Sometimes I do, sometimes I fail although Mr. Moon doesn't seem to be suffering. As someone I know who is also on a GLP-1 said the other day, "It's hard to figure out what to cook for supper when nothing really seems appealing." 
This is true but you know what? That is okay. I wanted to change my relationship with food and I have. 

But, speaking of food, as I so often do, Jessie finished up her Target shopping just as I was finishing up my Publix shopping and we met for lunch. The boys wanted Chow Time because they knew they can get a wide assortment of desserts there. Plus, they like the pizza and the yeast rolls with butter and the chicken on a stick and the fruit and the sushi. Well, August likes the sushi. 

I was so glad to see them when they pulled up and the boys voluntarily gave me little hugs which I appreciated with all my heart. We went into the restaurant, got a table, and went through the buffet to pick out our lunches. My stomach hasn't been quite right today and it feels like a kidney-stone related thing so I didn't feel like eating much. I actually tried the chicken-on-a-stick because all the grandkids love it. 
I was not impressed but at least it didn't have a lot of sugary sauce on it. 

There was a TV with sports things being aired on the wall behind our table. The boys were mesmerized. 

After the ice cream course of the meal, Levon was cold. 

I asked him if he'd like to sit on my lap to warm up but he said that no, he always sits on his mother's lap to warm up. 
Fair enough. That boy loves his mama. They both do. After he had regained a normal temperature, he went back for some chocolate pudding and a small piece of chocolate cake. 
I am not kidding you. 
And then we went to Costco where they ate one of every sample being offered, including the hummus.

They are walking eating machines. Human locusts. 
Growing boys.

So we had fun, or at least I did. Those boys can make me laugh so hard, even, as I have said, when I probably shouldn't laugh. Too bad. 

We bought our produce and our oat products and the boys ran down the long, long aisles. They didn't come anywhere near bumping into anyone. Jessie tried to control them but they were racing. Or doing something in the competitive game genre. She said to me, "I need to take them somewhere to burn off some of this energy."
"That's exactly what you're doing," I said. 
I may have gotten a small harumph. 

I took Levon to the bathroom and as we entered the ladies (I wouldn't let him go alone into the men's), a band of three ruffians who were about 11, 9, and 7, ran into the the men's. 
They were coming out at the same time we were and I swear to you, the kid about 11 said to me, "I like your dress." 
Excuse me? 
I said, "Thank you," and we went our separate ways. He was probably being an Eddie Haskell but even if he was, I would never have expected a comment like that from an 11-year old boy. 
He was still a ruffian, though. I know one when I see one. 

Mr. Moon is back up at the lake house, of course. It was pouring rain this morning so his plan to buy and haul sheetrock to the house was not to be but he said he could go buy the lumber for more firring strips and take that up there, and perhaps get the new dishwasher installed. 
"And maybe the stove!" said the eternally optimistic man of all trades. 
I sent him off with leftover chicken and sticky rice and fruit and he probably grabbed some other stuff. I hope so. He'll be spending tonight there and I think his stay may extend until at least Wednesday. So it's me and Maurice again which is fine except for the fact that Maurice is being pretty scarce these days. I'm not sure what she's doing. She does go and snuggle with Glen in the mornings when he's in his chair and she also comes to remind me that it's time for her morning treat of a little wet food because OBVIOUSLY I FORGOT AGAIN! but she hasn't been sleeping with us. This is all okay because I still have a small healing puncture wound on the top of my left hand. 

Sigh. 

And here's a picture of such glory that my kitchen can hardly contain it. 

These are tomatoes that Vergil's mama grew in her garden and as you can see, they are varied and they are heirlooms. Our tomatoes are done or almost done but in North Carolina, they are obviously at the peak of coming in. I'm about to go pick some of the summer arugula I planted, along with a variety of basils to make a little Caprese-inspired salad to go with my own portion of chicken and coconut rice. 

Despite what I just said a few paragraphs ago, I am still quite interested in food. Just sort of in a different way. 

Which is probably a very good thing. 

Love...Ms. Moon