The Revival Center next door was punching it out last night for long hours. Mr. Moon reported that when he got in at 10:30 they were rocking the roof and they were there early on in the evening. They sure don't seem to keep regular church hours and I've yet to really grasp a schedule.
I was asleep already at 10:30- there was no reviving me.
And so it is Saturday morning, a buzzing, clearer morning, and I guess we'll go ride that train with those boys. Lord knows I feel a pull to stay here and clean. Sinks and toilets are all in need of scouring and porches are all in need of cobweb and Lloyd-black-sticky-dust removal. I have never seen the likes of the spiders we have this year. Not just the large dramatic ones, but the small ones too and you can't reach up into a lamp to turn it on without thrusting your hand into a nether-world of webs and I don't care how many times a week you remove them, they will be rebuilt. There are hanging meat-lockers of dead and desiccated insects everywhere and I am not making this up.
Well, the webs and dust and nastiness will be here when I get back and I can hardly pass up an outing with Mr. Moon whom I have barely seen in weeks and with the boys and Lily whom I see frequently but never yet on a train.
I see that Mitt Romney has chosen a VP candidate and the slings and arrows are already being hurled. I will have to do some research. Not that I would vote for Mitt Romney even if he chose Keith Richards as a running mate (now that would have been in interesting choice, eh? but no one ever consults me on these things) but one must know one's enemies. Or something like that.
I am what they call around here a Yellow Dog Democrat which means that I would vote for a yellow dog if it was running against a Republican and you can argue with me all day that one should vote the issues, not the candidate but my philosophy is that anyone these days who calls themselves a Republican has said it all just in that choice of party and there is no need to further worry about it. Yes, I am aware that not all Democrats are good nor are all Republicans bad but tell me the name of the yellow dog and I will cast my vote for it.
So there you go. From toilets to politics in a few short paragraphs and they could have been shorter.
Happy Saturday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
From toilets to politics - ain't that the damn truth. Good morning, MM.
ReplyDeleteToilets and politics actually have a lot in common...that thought gave me an early morning smile.
ReplyDeleteYep. Yellow dog. Me too. I adore you. This I was asleep already at 10:30- there was no reviving me made me snort a little booger out of my nose accidentally but it's early and you caught me off guard and I slept with my window open and was raised in an evangelical church and you crack me up.
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ps. My word verification is 1 factstar!!!!!
Good Morning!
ReplyDeleteThe yellow dog always gets my vote too.
ReplyDeleteArf! Arf!
ReplyDeleteArf. Arf. Right at you. But I am glad that we have something much better (and more handsome than) a yellow dog.
ReplyDeleteWhat's this train?? Is it the one in Georgia? Gman would melt to go on a train, so if there is one within an hours drive do tell!
ReplyDeleteBTW, I love the rope swing! It must be new... or else Sue was right, I am the most unobservant person on the planet.
Have fun with your boys big, small and medium.
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I hear you barking, big dog.
ReplyDeleteWoof.
I second E's comment! S Jo
ReplyDeleteMe too. I am a yellow dog as well.
ReplyDeleteSJ- There is a certain connection.
ReplyDeleteMama D- Good!
Madame King- Just the idea of making you snort makes me incredibly happy.
That's a fact, Star.
Nicol- And to you!
Lois- We are a flock of damn stubborn Democrats, aren't we?
Denise- And you too.
Gradydoctor- At least for president. At least that.
Ms. Fleur- I trust our phone conversation has cleared things up.
Elizabeth- I'm just a medium-sized dog.
S Jo- I think Republicans would probably come here and go quickly away.
Syd- I believe I knew that!