Okay, I did shell a bunch of peas. Then I put them in a freezer bag and froze them.
I also cooked shrimp but I fear I have cooked them too long and they will be mushy and my husband is going to be disappointed. It is a sin to overcook beautiful shrimps and dammit, I hate to commit that one.
We played cards. Mr. Moon won. He ALWAYS wins at cards. Which is fine in that what I mostly like about playing gin is keeping score. I love paper and pens and also adding, or as so often happens in my case, subtracting.
I corrected the spelling mistakes I'd made in both of the titles of the posts I'd written under the influence of tequila. One of the words I'd misspelled was, ironically, tequila.
Let me say this- if I make a spelling error, feel free to e-mail me and tell me about it. Please. Try not to say something like, "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU MISSPELLED TEQUILA! although I would rather have it written like that than not at all. I hate being an idiot. I admit that I frequently am one but I'd rather not have it be so glaringly obvious.
I found two eggs today. One in the rose bush pot. One on the cement floor of the pump shed. What is wrong with my chickens? Why would one of them lay an egg on a hard cement floor? I have no idea. Maybe she just had to lay an egg and that was where she was. Is egg-laying like pooping or is it like ovulating? One you have control over, one you really don't.
As I recall.
I have made bread. With leftover mashed potatoes. It's in the oven now. We shall see how that turns out.
I realized today that Jessie has actually moved away. I know- it only took me like a month and a half. Jessie- I miss you so much! I would say, "Come home!" but that would not be fair. I'll be there in Asheville to see you in a few weeks.
God. I can't wait. I miss your face, your giggle, your light, your joy.
Really? You moved away?
Tallahassee and the surrounding areas are poorer for the loss of you. I am not just saying this because I am your mother. It's true. I hear it from everyone I know who knows you.
Asheville burns brighter because you are there.
I love you so much. I can't wait to see you. (Despite what I just said, I am in denial that you are really gone. Why aren't you here for me to hug? Damn. This is hard.)
And that is it. I spent a little time with my novel but it was poor effort. Boring. Blah-blah-blah.
Well, there are really and truly shelled peas in the freezer. That's something.
Maybe I'll figure out String Theory and Relativity tomorrow. It could happen.
Or, I could go to the post office. Either one.
I have a feeling that none of it amounts to a hill of beans anyway.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon