I Have No Focus. I Have No Point

It's a good year for bamboo, y'all. And wisteria. It's always a good year for bamboo and wisteria. This is because they are invasives.

Okay. This is how unobservant I am: I did not know that Jessie came home from town last night EVEN THOUGH HER CAR WAS PARKED IN THE YARD AND I WAS WALKING AROUND THE YARD AND JUST DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE IT.

I think I'm losing my mind, y'all. I really do. I had even just told Lily on the phone that her sister had gone to town last night and was still there. I told her, "If you get in touch with her, tell her to let me know she's alive." Meanwhile, her car was within eye-shot. As I was speaking. On the phone. And she was upstairs, asleep.

Well, what you gon' do?

Pay a little more attention would probably be the answer to that one. For all I know, there's a stranger living upstairs in the other bedroom. Or a tiger. I'd never know. I'd just blame the sounds on squirrels when in all actuality, it was the stranger or the tiger or, more likely, FUCKING RATS!

Okay. We're having a vermin issue.

Smart vermin who refuse to take the bait.

Last night I had some incredibly crazy dreams. I was working on top of a huge, huge tower in Chicago, I think. I kept dropping things off the side, like Owen's shoes. My journals. I went down, down, down to collect my things but the base of the tower was about forty-blocks around. I never did find those shoes or that journal. Or whatever else I was looking for. I found some interesting scenarios, though, including a dog who tried to attack me. I told that dog, "You do that again and I'm kicking you into next month."
Huh. Turns out I'm a mean mothafucka in my dreams.

Not so much in real life, I assure you.

So I had a walk around the yard. Here's some wisteria:


In all actuality, it's WAY up in the trees.
Or actually, bamboo.

The beans are busting the dirt:


Those are some yard-long beans I planted. They did so well last year that I planted them again this year. They are majestic, those beans!

My zinnias are coming up!

Not too impressive at this point, eh?

Now how did I notice those zinnia babies but not a car?

You got me.

So Jessie's going to go back to town to hang out with her sister and her nephew. I'm going to work in the yard. I have all sorts of things I need to do including trimming things that need trimming and hoeing things that need hoeing and mulching things that need mulching and raking things that need raking.

Boy oh boy. I know you can't wait to hear how THAT goes.

Well, we're just hanging out, you know, living our lives, waiting for the baby to decide to get born. Poor Lily. She sent one of her best friends a text message yesterday and the gist of it was basically, "Please quit texting me to ask if anything is happening. I promise I'll let you know if it does."
People just don't understand how it is when you're pregnant and a few days "overdue." The thing at work that was making her craziest was people saying, "You're still pregnant?"
DUH! NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!
Do people really think they're being witty when they say things like that?
Oh, they're just being conversational. They're just trying to show concern. Etc.
Either that or they're idiots.
I remember one time (when I was pregnant with Lily, by the way), someone asked me if I was sure I wasn't having twins and I burst into tears.
I bet that person never did THAT again.

Okay. Here's Mr. Moon on the roof:

He's sweeping leaves off of it.
He puts me to shame.
I better go put on my overalls.

Time's awastin'.

Happy St. Patrick's Day. Whatever that means. Personally, I try to avoid green beer. Which isn't really that difficult if you think about it.

Love...Ms. Moon