A few weeks ago, Moonie insisted we check out “Flowers vs. the Frost,” which was billed as “a celebration to embrace the end of the growing season,” at the downtown club Aurora.
Boy, does my dude like to embrace things that grow.
Flowers vs. the Frost turned out to be a group of happy people bringing together all the flowers still left – many grown and donated by a nice young lady we met there – for a last joyful arrangement instead of letting the frost take them away. Everyone collaborated in some way in using the petals to create images like they do in Day of the Dead altars in Mexico.
My dude sure loves art and celebrations. And, of course, flowers.
First he checked out one of the drawings that our friend Jen was making, which would be turned into flower art.
Then Moonie helped out at the “beheading station,” where the flowers were de-petaled so they could become art.
So many flowers!
Hey, friends, guess-
Um, guess what-
Er, guess what tomorrow is-
“PRONK! PRONK! PRONK!”
Moonie, buddy, I thought we were going to give your friends a chance to guess what tomorrow-
Well, you’ll have to excuse Moonie. He’s a bit excited because tomorrow is PRONK! And that, of course, is his very favorite day of the year.
Last year he wrote a 72-staza PRONK opus, which was backed by a philharmonic orchestra and three kazoos. (I’d still like a word with whomever taught him the word “badonkadonk.” Given that not too many words rhyme with PRONK, it features heavily in the verses.)
So of course we were happy to go to the PRONK Family Day festivities in late August to start getting psyched up for PRONK.
Moonie wants to remind all his friends that there are just TWO Food Truck Fridays left for the year at Roger Williams Park. Yes, two!
Two chances to check out all manner of food and drink on wheels.
Two chances to eat your Friskie Fries before this little devil helps himself.
I was sad when Other Tiger, a lovely, creaky bookstore in Westerly, Rhode Island, closed a couple of years ago.
So I was more than uplifted when Moonie came running up in March, hooting and hopping with joy that the nice lady who co-owns Bank Square Books (his favorite bookstore in Mystic, CT) was going to co-own a new bookstore in Westerly. He begged and begged and begged to go see the new shop, Savoy Bookshop and Cafe, and, well, you’ve seen how hard it is to say no to that excited little face.
So we checked out the gorgeous new bookshop for the first time in April, admiring the lovely entrance of the snazzy space that once housed the Savoy Hotel.
The new owners took care to restore and retain lots of original features, and the overall feel is charming, historic, and sophisticated.
We love that lovely staircase, too.
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.