Summer Does Not Knock Politely Around Here

Here we have two magnolia blossoms growing on trees across the road from the church next door. They're pretty high up which is why the picture isn't great. Eventually, they will begin putting out blooms lower down which is when I will occasionally snatch one although I always feel incredibly (and uselessly) guilty when I do. The guy whose trees they are lives way back on that lot and I doubt he ever sees them. I couldn't pick the man out of a line-up of two. 

I took a little walk today. I actually got out of the house before noon but it was still already hot as hell. Our spring has passed and summer is rudely pushing its way through the door and all the windows. 
But I wanted to get some more things done outside so I got the walk out of the way and then I hung some laundry and then I took the compost out along with coffee grounds and eggshells. Those I sprinkled around tomatoes in the garden. I was quite shocked to find a few things out there which I had completely missed yesterday. 

Isn't that just the prettiest little bell pepper? 

And the squashes are all having babies at the same time. I am so hoping that this year, with them planted in the growing bags, we won't have such a problem with the squash vine borer but only time will tell. I'm pretty sure that we will get a few, at least. 

Now this next picture is of something I was not surprised to see. 

I have been waiting for it to show up. It's the first open blossom on the rattlesnake beans. 

The potatoes are looking so good that I have the urge to dig around under them to see if we've got any potatoes yet but Glen should have that honor. He's the one who's done all the work on them this year. And the tomatoes really are putting out fruit. Just lovely green globes of shiny little tomatoes. May their promise not be false.

I spent a little time out there amongst the vegetables spreading another bag of oak leaves for mulch. The leaves smell like a sort of tea when they've been baking in the bags they were brought home in and I find that a most pleasant scent. 

And then I had to come in and rest and cool off which I did but I really wanted to go clear some more in that old kitchen bed and eventually I went back out but I just couldn't handle it for more than an hour. I cut back some of the lower branches on the Japanese Magnolia while I was out there. The poor tree needs some serious attention and some of the trimming is going to require a chain saw. I used my loppers on what I could but that wasn't nearly enough. 

Oh! I made a movie! 
About bamboo and how a stalk of it can escape attention until it's big enough to be part of trans-Pacific sailing vessel. 

And that is the Japanese magnolia that it's growing through and above. 

I didn't get nearly as much done in that little kitchen yard as I wanted but when I've done all I can do, I know it and I had. I also discovered that yes, I do have powdery mildew on my phlox, verified by my Plant Snap app and I think I need to pull all of that too which is almost as daunting an idea as the idea of pulling up all the crocosmia. It's growing everywhere and yes, I did plant that and no, I never minded it spreading and was actually happy to see it happen but I did not realize that I was creating a vector for plant disease. Why can't the plants I detest get a fungus? Or a pest? 
Sigh.

Well, anyway. I'm tired but it's a good tired and I'm pressing tofu for my supper. Last night I had salmon and asparagus and it was so damn good. Tonight will be a tofu and asparagus and other-vegetables stir fry. 
Tomorrow is pottery, and on Thursday, my baby is having a birthday. Jessie will be thirty-six and this is unimaginable to me. Somehow, I can be more accepting of the fact that I am swiftly aging into my dotage than it is to believe that my children are not, well, children any more. Even though I know they are not. And I love them as adults. 
Still, our babies will always be our babies, I guess, and that is the way of it. 

Here's a picture of a handsome man who says he loves me. 

I should probably say a handsome, happy man. 

I love him too. 

Stay hydrated, y'all. Know your limits and respect them. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Small Things And Large, All Important

So this morning while I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and girding my loins for another day of life on the planet, I missed a call from the urologist concerning my CT scan. He left me a voicemail though. 

Was this transcription useful or not useful? 
Well, that's a good question. I am so mad I missed the call because he did not mention the large stone that the last scan showed and I would like to see what that's doing. Also? Small stones in BOTH kidneys? 
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. 

I knew that was a possibility but hellfire. 
So yes, I suppose I just wait for one of those small stones to make it's way to the nearest tube and try to go through it, whereupon AGONY will be the first symptom, at which time I will make my way to a facility where they serve morphine to kidney stone passers and Dr. Vera will be notified. 

I could call the doctor back and might do that but the message seems pretty clear and besides that, as most of you know, getting to speak to the actual doctor is like getting to speak to god which, theoretically is possible but in reality is difficult as you have to go through many, many steps and hurdles to get to Himself. 

Ay-yi-yi.

Moving on, here's a very nice thing that happened today. 

Hank's new best old friend came home to him. 
Here's how he explained it on Facebook.

"When I was a kid, I had a bear named Archie. He was my buddy and I slept with him well into adulthood. In my 20s, I lost him while escaping a very bad situation.

My Mama just got me my bear again. He's not my exact Archie (mine had to have his tongue replaced after a toddler biting incident) but he's my Archie now. Thank you, Mama!"

Did I already write about this? If so, there's the picture. If not...there's the picture. Archie arrived at the Lloyd PO this morning and since I was already planning a trip to town I took him with me and delivered him to his new best old friend. This makes me so happy. 
In a text after I'd handed over custody, Hank said, "It's so funny. I missed him."

Zippy and I understand. 

I swear- eBay should start using the slogan, "Reuniting childhood friends since 1995."

I did other things in town today too but nothing interesting enough to talk about. Well, except for the fact that I forgot to take my list which was so distressing. I was going to just buy one of everything in Publix but decided against that. I ended up getting the things I needed most and Lord knows I'll be back at Publix again soon.

It is just sad when you absolutely have to make a list to grocery shop because you can't remember shit and then you forget to take the list to the grocery store because you can't remember shit. 

Sigh.

But I did remember to get tofu and salmon so all is well. 

Haven't talked to Mr. Moon today except via text. I hope that means he's having fun. I bet it does. 

Meanwhile, Maurice and I are holding down the fort just fine. She and I are good. 

We send our best. We're both on the back porch, enjoying a rare late afternoon breeze, looking up to see what's going on when it rattles the magnolia leaves which are falling daily as new leaves push them off the branches. Undressing, dressing, the magnolia tree is getting ready for its the huge, waxy, lemon-scented blossoms which are like corsages on the deep green gown the grandiflora wears this time of year, every year. 

And she is always the belle of the ball. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Duck Decoys, Deer Heads, John Lennon, And Clothespin Bags. What Do These Things Have In Common?

I promised yesterday to try and do something interesting today. That picture may be a clue to you that I did not. However, Maurice has recently started lounging like that, holding her own paw, as it were, and although I think it's darling, I also find it a little bizarre. Do all cats do this? Is she so hungry for affection that she holds her own hand? If so, why won't she let us love on her a little without stabbing us with tooth or claw? 

I'm not even going to try and pretend anything with any element of excitement happened in my immediate vicinity today. Nor did I go out and create any. I just stayed here and did regular boring stuff and it felt like a very nice day. Mr. Moon and I made each other laugh when he called this morning. First off, I said to him, "Do you know where the loppers are?"
And he answered, "I seem to remember seeing them on the porch."

So I looked straight ahead of me at the end of the porch I face when I'm on my laptop and was staring right at them. And I'd put them there, too. 
So we two old people just laughed and laughed. Because that's how it goes these days in our old people lives. 
Then we got to talking about the log cabin (every time I say "log cabin" I think of Lincoln Logs so it's okay if you do too) and I suggested something I thought of the other day which was that he could move some of his many collectible (to him and him only) treasures he has squished into the shelves on either side of the fireplace in the Glen Den to the shelves in the loft over at the fish camp. These are things like beer glasses he got when he was playing ball overseas and antique fishing lures and all kinds of stuff that I never, ever clean because it's HIS stuff and I'm not messing with that sort of fussy, dusty stuff. 
I fear I may be destroying my reputation as the best wife in the world here. Oh well. I have other attributes. 
So he agreed that it might be a good idea to take some of those things over there and then he said, "What I'm really interested in right now is duck decoys." 
And I started laughing. At first I didn't want him to know how hysterical I found the idea of him collecting duck decoys and displaying them in his own personal log cabin was so I tried to hide it but then the idea of that whole situation overcame me and I couldn't hide my laughter any more and I said, "Honey. Just how much do you NOT want me to come stay there with you?" And he started laughing too.

How in the world did the two of us ever, ever get together, much less stay married for forty years and if not always in utter and complete bliss, at least in a kind and loving and often romantic way? 
I do not know, I do not know. I don't know shit. 

Yet here we are. 

Good Lord. I haven't even talked about my yard work yet! 
I had to wait until it was over 90 degrees to get out there and work because that is the shortest way for me to satisfy my need to suffer. I mean, if I did yard work when it was cool, it would mostly just be a joy and that's not suffering. 
I can't believe I wasn't raised Catholic. 
So if sweating does rid the body of toxins, I have a very, very pure body right now. 
By the way, it doesn't. 
I found bamboo. I kicked bamboo, I dug bamboo, I lopped bamboo. 
I found a culm that was too big around for me to do anything with so it remains where it is, shooting up to the sky as if it wanted to poke it in the eye. 
And when I'd done that and hauled a bunch of bamboo to Burn Pile #2, not to be confused with Burn Pile #1, I started doing a little clearing of the old kitchen garden area which is so bad I am too ashamed to even take a picture of it to show you. There is every type of invasive plant in there that we have in this yard with the possible exception of crocosmia and why that hasn't happened yet, I do not know. There is also a whole bunch of phlox that I planted but it all looks funky right now, probably with something like powdery mildew although I've looked that up and it doesn't seem to be an exact match for what's going on. The (literally) stinking Glory Bower is celebrating its obvious victory over me and my puny attempts to eradicate it. Virginia Creeper is much in evidence along with dewberries and other plants that I have no idea as to identity and don't care. I really should have Glen help me just clear that area and make a lovely little herb and flower bed there. 
Dang, I need some goats. 
And when I had worked some on that and had soaked through my underwear, shirt, and hat, I lopped off all the yellow fronds of a sago palm by the camellia bed and swore a silent promise to that bed to get in there soon and clear some things out and trim some things up. 

So that's been my big day. 
Oh. Here's something. 

One of the aloe vera is in bloom and if you can make out the blurry stuff going on behind that bloom, you might see about a hundred more aloe vera along with some dewberry vines. 
One day I am going to dig that whole area up and I will probably need a medic to stitch me up when I'm done. Both the aloe vera and the dewberry have vicious, vicious thorns, the aloe vera especially. Its edges are as sharp and serrated as a shark's teeth while my skin is as thin and easily pierced as tissue paper. 

Since I have so few pictures today, I took some of the art on the east side of my laundry room. I have posted many pictures of the other end of the room. It has plants and wood and fabric fish and a beautiful picture that Lily made me and a beautiful girl in a shell that Linda Sue made me and all of that is on or over the folding table. 
However, a new display has been developing over the washing machine and it brings me much joy. 

The whole thing started when Linda Sue sent me that darling little clothespin bag made to look like a child's outfit. 

I hung it where you now see John Lennon which my darling friends Beth and John got me in NYC. 

I am definitely not a matchy-matchy person when it comes to colors in my decor. (Haha!) However, the shades of blue and red in both of those things were too good not to show in proximity to each other. And then I remembered the apron.

Well. That certainly had to go in there somewhere. 
And finally, the hand stitched hankies or whatever they are that Liz Sparks gave me long ago absolutely had to be included.

Please enlarge them and look at what incredible folk art they are. Of course I had to frame them. And again- all the right colors. 

This little corner gives me so much pleasure every day because as you can imagine, I not only spend a lot of time IN the laundry room, I also walk through it many, many times a day. To get to our bedroom and my bathroom from the kitchen or dining room or Glen Den or library, you have to pass through it. 

Honestly, I probably should not be laughing at Mr. Moon for wanting to collect duck decoys to decorate his new house with. We love what we love. 

Ms. Moon

Sometimes You're Just Tired

The confederate jasmine is having its way with our olfactory receptors right now. I wonder if there's a new, more PC (or dare I say...woke?) name for this plant, which, when it flowers is nothing less than an assault on our noses. The blossoms have a deeply sweet and somehow pungent scent that travels for yards and yards, especially when the sun is warming them. They are lovely little white pinwheels, interesting in design. 

But they can become overwhelming, both in scent and in their growth. And yes, they are one more plant which grows completely out of control here if not pruned regularly. The vine can pull over chain link fences. 

Mr. Moon kissed me goodbye this morning sometime before six. I know he was excited to get on the road and head on up to Nashville which is where he grew up. I told him what I always tell him when he goes on these trips- "Be safe, be careful, come home to me, I love you."

That says it all. 
And then I add, "Let me know when you get there." And off he goes into the inky darkness, his cookies and roasted peanuts by his side, his thermos of coffee, hot and sugared in the cup holder. 
And I fall back asleep. 
I slept so hard this morning that I didn't wake up until 10:00. I have no idea how that happened. Maurice was right there with me, looking mildly annoyed when I got up and flung the covers back as if I could regain some of today's time that I'd spent dreaming away. And boy, did I have a dream! Sometimes I'm almost proud of my brain for coming up with the epic stories it spins while I'm asleep. This one had almost all the cliches of my life I generally dream about except that for once, I was not responsible for a child or a pet or any other being. Instead, I was the one seeking help. I was at FSU, where I did attend nursing school, and I was supposed to be taking classes with my old friends with whom I truly had been very close to but in this dream I decided that really, I was too old to start anything new and so I tried to leave campus but I could not find my way out. I somehow got myself into buildings whose hallways and stairs and rooms went on forever and I could not find the exits to the outside. There were so many characters in this dream who tried to help me. This was a completely different element in my dream world. But no one really seemed to be able to help and when I did finally get outside, I couldn't find where I'd parked my car and no one could help me there either, although many tried. And of course I lost my purse which had my phone in it. 
It is possible that the shooting which happened there week before last influenced this dream. I do not deny that possibility. 

When I finally woke up I was so grateful. Usually when I have dreams like this, I realize I'm dreaming and that fact incorporates into the dream and it helps but in this case, I had no clue that I wasn't actually living the experience so I was also exhausted and bewildered. I found that I'd missed a call from Glen who likes to call and check on me when he knows I'll be up although of course I wasn't up this morning. He ended up texting Jessie so she was worried too and I'm surprised they didn't arrange a wellness check on me. 

Good Lord! 

And I did absolutely nothing for most of the day except feed myself and Maurice and turn the water on in the garden. I read some of a New Yorker and watched far too many reels on FaceBook and read all the blogs I read and commented on those. I did a crossword online. I think perhaps I was just detoxing from from the past week. There has been some unusual stress and strain and busy-ness too. Later on in the afternoon, I decided to check off one of the things I wanted to do while Glen was gone and I did. I cleaned my bathroom and his and dusted the furniture in the bedroom and swept those three rooms, even taking up the big rug in my bathroom and washing it. Did I mop? Come on. I am not insane. 
I really hate housecleaning. The only joy I get from it is the satisfaction I feel when it's done. 

And now I don't have to think about any of that for a little while. 

When I was shaking out rugs I saw this in the front yard.

Do you see it? No one has kicked bamboo since the kids did it last Sunday and it's not done with its annual attempt to take over the world. I kicked that one over and a few others but I really need to do a real search and destroy tomorrow. 

When I went out to turn the sprinklers off in the garden, I could not help but do a little walk-around. Ask anyone who loves to do a vegetable garden and they will tell you that there is a real satisfaction in taking at least one daily stroll around it to see what is coming along, changing, blooming, growing. I am proud of the arugula I planted a few weeks ago. It's ready for me to start using bits of in salad. 

The bare spot is where fire ants came to live after I planted. Those fucking fuckers. They've moved on now, probably to the okra. While weeding yesterday I came across quite a few. And they are called fire ants for a reason.

Glen has made it to Nashville and I believe he is a very happy guy. I'm glad he has these friends. It says a lot when someone can sustain relationships for half a century or more. 

I'll try to do something interesting tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Could There Be A More Ms. Moon Post?

 
I stayed home in Lloyd today and am the better for it. I got a few things done and didn't feel the pressure of having to rush to meet any schedules. A bit of heaven, that. 

I hung laundry on the line for the first time in a while. It's hot here during the days now, up into the eighties, close to ninety. Somewhere around thirty degrees C. But it's still not wicked humid and we've had a nice breeze today so the sheets and tablecloths I hung up got dry very quickly. I wonder what in the world it is that is so damn pleasing to me about drying laundry on a line outside?

It is pragmatic art in motion, an ever-changing prayer flag flying under sky and trees with birds above. 

I got out to the garden before the temperatures reached flesh-cooking levels. I wanted to finish up some weeding and spread a little more leaf mulch. I cannot say it too often- Glen has truly, truly made the garden a thing of beauty this year. 

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That's some healthy looking yellow squash in the foreground with tomatoes and marigolds and potatoes over to the upper right. You can see the green beans climbing the fence. I am expecting blooms any day now. 

Here are some baby tomatoes that are looking good. We have quite a few of those. The peppers and eggplants are coming right along, my zinnias are going to be a merry jumble of color if they keep doing what they are doing, and the okra is coming up. 

If only the garden could always be so filled with hope and promise. We know damn well that in a month, the bugs will be tormenting the plants and us, too, when we go out to work in it. Different bugs but still. The heat will be intolerable. Viruses and fungus are apt to be taking over what the insects don't. But sometimes we get lucky and the tomatoes have a good year and the squash gives us enough for me to make squash soup which is far more delicious than you would believe, and squash croquettes, and squash and onions, and fried squash. I'm talking the yellow crookneck summer squash which has a soft skin, unlike acorn or butternut varieties. And of course there are always the rattlesnake beans but I habitually worry that we will have an off year or that they have given me all the magic I deserve but this is just the way I think, and not necessarily reality. 

I put the new tablecloth on my back porch table and I am so thrilled with it. 

It is perfect. There's something so satisfying about finding a true treasure at a thrift store. Of course, one woman's treasure is another woman's, "Would you look at this hideous thing, Joyce?"
Which is good. If everyone had the same taste, it would be impossible to find the stuff that makes our own hearts happy. And the best part is, you often had no idea you needed something like I needed that tablecloth until you see it. 
"Here I am!" it says. "Take me home. I am yours."
And the price tag says, "$4.99." 

Here's one more thing I did today:

I made Mr. Moon a batch of the life-sustaining cookies that he takes with him on his trips away. Oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip, pecan. Which means, of course, he is leaving early tomorrow to drive to Nashville to hang out with his good buddies to fish and hang out and maybe play golf and eat the shrimp and oysters he's taking up there and probably meat. 

Bourbon will be involved.

He's only going to be gone for a few days but I really must make my trip to the grocery store for salmon, tofu, and baby peas. 

Right now I am sipping a martini and about to go cook our supper. Line-dried sheets on the bed, sweetness with my husband, a new tablecloth on my table, baby tomatoes in my garden. 

For this very moment, all is quite well. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Buying Things That Have Been Gently Used

Well, my friends, today we bought a dock. 
And a log cabin came with it! 
As Jesus said, "It is done."

He may or may not have said It's a Wonderful Life but I suppose it's possible. That was a picture I took today from the Goodwill art bin when we were doing a little post-dock buying celebration. 
Perfect, right? 
I did not buy Jesus. I feel certain you are not surprised. 

So yes. We drove to the closing at an attorney's office where we realized that today is Take Your Kids To Work Day in Leon County and the bizarre thing about this is that when we went to the closing to sell the Dog Island house, it was also Take Your Kids To Work Day. 
Life is not only wonderful (theoretically), it is also serendipitous and full of coincidence. 
Our realtor who has been infinitely patient and kind and helpful brought us a little gift basket with householdy things in it which I found to be so heartwarming. My favorite things in the basket are a set of dishtowels. I am a fool for dishtowels. 

And the whole thing took about twenty minutes and then we walked out, the owners of a house on a very large lake in Georgia. If you missed the pictures on the realty site before and want to see them, you can find them HERE. Please bear in mind that those pictures were VERY professionally taken. I'm not saying that it's not a lovely house, I'm just saying that things are not always quite as they seem, especially as applies to the kitchen which appears to be about four times bigger in the photos than it is in the realm of reality. 
Ah well. There truly is a LOT of wood in the house and I do love wood and the back porch is as charming as it appears and there definitely is new wood on the dock. 

 
I was not exactly oozing with joy and excitement at the closing. Look- I did the best I could and I am here for the ride, here for this next chapter, here for however things unfold. My heart will thaw. 

After the signing, we talked about eating lunch but it was a little early so we stopped at a Goodwill. I do believe my husband was trying to charm me. He knows how much I love thrift shopping. And I did find something nice. 

No. It's not a pillow. That's a folded up tablecloth, just out of the dryer. The label has been removed but I'm sure it's an April Cornell product which means that it's of good quality and very nice colors. I love it. I can use it here on my table on the back porch and eventually, when we get a table for the cabin, I might take it over there. 
It's a start, right? 

And then we went to the Hospice re-sell store in Moon Plaza where Jessie met up with us and I found a silk scarf that I absolutely had to buy although I have no idea what I'll do with it. 

The print is unlike anything I'd usually find attractive but the colors are so deep and intense and that monkey is such a super hero and the crocodile is so sneaky and, well, it demanded to be bought. I also got a 1000 piece jigsaw that could well be the thing I "do" at the cabin for a year. Or more. I'm a very slow jigsawer.

Calming and almost meditative, isn't it? 
It could almost be the visual equivalent of smoking meth. 

But today wasn't all about buying a dock and a tablecloth and a silk jungle scarf. No! It was also about noodles! 
How many times have I eaten lunch out this week? Three you say? You are right! And now I have yet another cuisine's worth of leftovers in the refrigerator. Jessie and I got some sort of dish with sweet potato glass noodles (Japchae?) which was delicious and we had a lot of fun trying to eat the clear noodles which were as stretchy as elastic, with our chopsticks. We managed. 

And now, although I probably shouldn't say it, the thing I did today which feels almost the most momentous, was to give the kitchen floor a very good sweeping and then two moppings. 
My god, it needed it. So much. 

And now my kitchen smells like Fabuloso and white vinegar which is what home and goodness smell like to me and I am happy. 

I guess it's been a big day. 

And we shall go on from here. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Always Older, Never Wiser

This is the coil vase Lily's been making, partly at home, partly in class. And isn't it beautiful? After it's glazed it's going to be the prettiest vase ever. 
Class was fine today except that for me it was yet another opportunity to feel unskilled, ignorant, and frustrated. I did not have on my happy face. I finished cutting out leaves for the wind chime I have in mind but I'm not even sure that I have time left in the class to get them glazed and fired. We're going to give class a rest this summer and get back into it in the fall. Lily wants to be able to do fun summer things with her kids on her days off, and Jessie and Vergil will be heading to the hills before we know it. Glen and I have already booked the house I love so much near their property where we have stayed three summers in a row, I think. I was very worried that the house had been destroyed by Helene. A creek runs beside it and after seeing all of the pictures of houses being taken right off the banks by what had been gentle, chuckling creeks which turned into wide, raging rivers, I was so afraid it, too, had been taken. The photos that came back from Old Fort, which is the nearest little town, showed almost complete destruction. Roads destroyed, buildings swept away. But I've been in touch with our wonderful landlady up there and the house is fine. They had a lot of erosion but that should be dealt with by the time we're going up to North Carolina. 

Well, that was a rather untidy segue. 

So yes, class was fine and then we met Lis at what USED to be Japanica(!). I don't know if you remember but sometime last fall it closed for "remodeling" which in restaurant-speak, generally means, "You've seen the last of us."

But no, no, no! They actually did remodel, removing the hibachi area, and opening up the space with new tables and chairs and all around decor. 
It is fancy-looking! And beautiful. And they changed the name from Japanica to Kyoto. 

Here's a picture I took as we were leaving.

The decorations are quite whimsical, all of them bright and colorful. The entire method of taking orders has changed and there is even a robot server although it didn't seem to be in use very much. The real servers did a great job.

It was so very, very good to see Lis. And Lauren joined us too so it was a merry chattery group. Everyone ordered sushi but me. I got the tofu curry bento box which is what I always got at the old Japanica and I have to say I did not enjoy it as much as the ones I've gotten in the past. But it was good and I brought home leftovers to join the Greek food I brought home yesterday. There is an international cuisine lunch in my future here soon. 

Jessie gave Lis two of the mugs she's made this year which are adorable. Lis couldn't believe she made them. And I gave her the pillow that called to me yesterday, asking me to please take it to Lis. The only problem was that it wasn't a long enough visit and Lis had to get to the old Capitol downtown where she was taking her cards and artwork to the gift shop there to be sold. You can only imagine how few artists and venders can get their wares into that gift shop so it is a huge honor for her to have her work there. 
Oh Lis. She has so very, very many talents. 

And the opportunity to see her was far more delicious than any meal could have been. 

For a little while last night and this morning, it looked like the house signing might not happen tomorrow due to an attorney SNAFU but that all got straightened out today, much to Mr. Moon's relief. 
He is so ready. I go up and down in my feelings about it all and I wish with all of my heart that I was far more excited than I am. 
If there was ever an example of yucking someone's yum, this is it. And I am very much the yucker in this case. 

I've got to try harder to let him feel that I am supporting him in this because it is so important to him. I know that many of my feelings are irrational and fear-based and all kinds of negative shit. Oh, if only we could run our hearts and minds through a power wash that would blast away all the ancient, dirty cobwebs preventing the light from shining through the windows of our souls. 

I will ponder this. 

Love...Ms. Moon