Sunday At The Moon House

 Jessie took that picture when her sweet boys allowed me to read them a book. In fact, August brought me the book and asked if I'd read it. It's an old favorite called "The Hutchinson Book of Pig Tales" and it is indeed filled with different stories and poems about pigs. Some are quite funny, some are a little heartbreaking, some are just silly. The one we were reading was a funny one for sure and I love it myself. It is especially pleasing to young boys as it mentions burping, farting, and peeing. So you know it's hysterical. If you have a young person in your life who loves stories, this is a good book to own. 

We were lucky enough to have the Weatherfords out for a visit today. Vergil has spent the entire weekend helping Mr. Moon with the lighting in the GarageMahal. They have replaced the florescent lights with LED lights but with the same fixtures. This process has been explained to me but I don't understand one damn bit of it. And thankfully, I do not need to. 
I am so grateful to Vergil. He takes care of us in so many ways and is so gracious in his doing of it. 
So when Vergil came out today to get back to the project he started yesterday, Jessie brought those wild boys to come and hang out with the old Mer. 
You know I was happy. 
We had lunch which was mostly leftovers and I now have an almost leftover-free refrigerator. Some of those leftovers included chili, shrimp from yesterday's lunch, half a breakfast burrito that came from this morning's post duck hunt breakfast that Mr. Moon had with Owen, and cut-up vegetables with ranch dressing. The boys had what they always want. The cheese toast with tomatoes for August, and the peanut butter, honey, and raisin sandwich for Levon. 

And after the lunch and the story, they got to watch TV and I am sort of wondering if their mother doesn't bribe them to ask me to read to them by promising that they can watch TV if they do. 
Whatever. I love it so much I don't care. 

An interesting thing that happened was that somehow the subject of home birth came up when I was talking to the lads and I proceeded to tell them about how and why women began to want home birth, attended by midwives instead of hospital births with mostly male doctors. And also, how male doctors stole the midwives' power and good name by slandering them as ignorant, dirty, and witches. I even talked about the reasons women started deciding that going to a hospital to have their babies wasn't what they wanted to do because of all the things which happened in hospitals that were not only unnecessary but cruel. Things like tying women down (yes, that was fairly standard) because they were being so heavily medicated that they were not in control of themselves. Things like babies having to be separated from their mothers for a long time after birth for the same reason. They were too drugged to safely take care of their own babies so into the nursery they went! 
And so much more. 
But here's the thing- Levon who was draped over the arm of Mr. Moon's chair while I was on the couch telling them these things, was completely engaged. He was not faking it. He asked appropriate questions. He understood the points I was making. He kept his eyes on me.
It was pretty awesome. 
August may or may not have been as interested but he stayed in the room, he listened. 

So it was a very good visit and the boys got the TV they wanted and the men got the lights they wanted and Jessie and I got the conversations we wanted. All was good. 

Bye-bye treats consisted of dates, prunes, and seven M&M's apiece. I imagine I will be handing out bye-bye treats when they are in high school, should I be so lucky as to still be around. 

It's been raining most of the day. Again, mostly a drizzle but steady as can be. The kind of day where working on a jigsaw puzzle is a completely appropriate activity to engage in. 
Also a little cuddling. 

God! I have to go make supper! What am I thinking? 
I wish I could give all of you a bye-bye treat as you have been so kind to stop by. 

Love...Ms. Moon