As we’ve discovered, our little hero Moonie is a fan of the Suite Tart salon in Providence. When Moonie and I arrived there today, proprietor LuLu Locks and visiting educator Jose Ocana were gearing up to lead a coloring class for fellow stylists, lending welcoming smiles to their color models.
(That was us! Whee!)
We hadn’t been to Suite Tart since they acquired the property adjoining their tucked-away suite, so right away Moonie ran off to explore the new digs. I found him in the front window, entertaining the lovely hair mannequin (he introduced her as “Lola”) with one of his favorite hair jokes.
“How does a stylist make a phone call?” he asked his new friend Lola.
Lola was quiet, so Moonie supplied the punchline.
“She cuts it short!”
Lola remained quiet.
“Come on, buddy,” I said to Moonie. “There’s a lot more to see!”
And there was.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
Moonie saw his grandma last week, and it turned out that she had forgotten to give him one of his presents last Christmas.
We knew what this meant, didn’t we?
(We didn’t, but Moonie told us.)
It meant Christmas in July!
The gift was a sweater, and an excited little Moonie immediately donned it despite the 90-degree day.
He LOVES it! (He says he’ll grow into it.)
Now I can’t get him to take it off. He insists that July is perfect sweater weather…But I can’t help noticing that our ice cream budget has tripled in the past week.
Fashionable dudes need to stay cool, you know.
On thing about Moonie: the little guy loves holidays.
And I mean LOVES.
So the closer July 4th crept – or should I say “Ind-whee-pendence Day,” as Moonie loves to add a “whee!” into all fun things – the more time Moonie spent in his little Moonie workshop. I always know he’s up to something when I hear the sounds of hammering and sawing and nailing (even if I have yet to see him produce anything made of wood or nails) through the door.
On July 4th, after a particularly loud morning of workshop preparations, a very triumphant and patriotic Moonie emerged from his workshop.
“That’s it?” I blurted out. “That took three weeks to prepare?”
He winked and ducked back in his workshop, coming out a moment later in full splendor.
He’d also baked dozens of cupcakes and amassed a pile of sparklers.
Yup, that was more like it.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Moonie realized we haven’t posted about his adventures in 22 days, and he’s afraid his friends and fans will worry that he hasn’t been enjoying adventures and yummy treats, too.
Well, we can assure you, he’s enjoyed both.
He even managed – on his third try this month – to get to PVDonuts before they sold out of doughnuts. So he was one happy Moonie.
He arrived last Wednesday just after PVDonuts opened at 8 a.m., and there was already a line stretching around the building. Moonie patiently waited a whole half-hour (that’s a long time for a hungry little troll) until he made his way to the counter. He only got a LITTLE sidetracked by the yummy cakes on display from Sin Bakery, which shares retail space with PVDonuts.
Each year, in honor of the late but great Richard Walton (a very nice man and humanitarian whom I fondly remember introducing all Stone Soup music acts while clad in his overalls, red bandana, and Santa beard), who held an annual community party featuring music and fun and food, people who improve the human condition are recognized in an award ceremony at Nick-a-Nee’s featuring – of course – music and fun and food. Today is the fourth annual Red Bandana Awards ceremony, which will recognize Sarath Suong of the Providence Student Union Movement and Artemis Moonhawk of the Mama Dreads Mission of Love. Congratulations to both winners!
Moonie and I have a conflict, but he did pull out some photographs of last year’s Red Bandana Fund awards, which he had enjoyed intently. Here he is checking out the stock of red bandanas for sale at the event.
How time flies! Yesterday Moonie grabbed me and said it was time for another appointment to donate at the Rhode Island Blood Center. It’s important to help people who might need our blood, so off we went!
When we checked in, we were encouraged to each grab and drink a bottle of water. So we did.
Then, Moonie made sure to give me permission to donate blood. Thanks, little dude!
Trolls are exempt from paperwork, so while I filled in my human answers, Moonie checked out the pretty artwork taken by local photographers.
He also munched on some pretzels. But don’t worry; he shared them.
Moonie and I belong to a Facebook group of local people who love to hike. Unfortunately, a series of pesky injuries have prevented me from joining them since last July – until yesterday’s evening hike at the Audubon Society’s Powder Mill Ledges Wildlife Refuge in Smithfield. We arrived at what our hiking friend Stephen had advertised as a “mini hike” (my mini Moonie’s favorite kind) to find our fearless leader reviewing the trail map.
Our party consisted of 8 humans, one Moonie, and one doggie, all set to take a 6 p.m. hike and cover as much ground as possible before sundown. Luckily, Powder Mill Ledges is a small enough refuge that we’d be able to cover all three trails well before dark. We set right out, looking for trail markers for our blue, yellow and orange trails, set off in the beginning by big, friendly signs.
Many parts of the trails are marked not only with signs and tree markings but also with rail ties, catwalks, bridges, and even with a path mowed through a field. It’s not impossible to get lost – and our group did hiccup once or twice when we’d get caught up in chatting – but it’s pretty hard. It’s generally a smooth and easy place to hike and to look for birds and the occasional chipmunk.