A Week? Really?

It's our last full day at the beach and I've had my walk and eaten some leftover pizza which is the very best breakfast sometimes. The pizza place here on the island is surprisingly good. I mean, it's the ONLY pizza place so they could get away with making inferior pizza but their pies are fine.
Shocking, really.

We're making our way towards going to Apalachicola which is only a few miles down the road over two beautiful bridges. The kind of bridges that make you think of the backs of giant lizards, the bones of dinosaurs. The sun sparkles off the water like a million dancing diamonds and the oystermen's boats dot the water and they work at tonging those bivalves the way it's been done forever, their backs and arms as brown and strong as circus musclemen of old.

I can't believe we're leaving tomorrow. My "real" life seems so ephemeral to me now. I write this looking out at the water and I see birds and butterflies and the sea oats, shaggy with their fall seeds. Do I really live in a house under the trees and do I have chickens and a husband?
Yes. I know I do.
Mr. Moon wrote me that Baby has shown back up. I think she has been hanging out with the banties next door to whom she is related. I am just so glad to know that she is not dead. Bless her little heart. I wonder if she'll ever lay me one of her tiny, perfect eggs again.

So yes, I do have a life in Lloyd and I do have a husband and I do have chickens and I'll go back there tomorrow and plant the greens.

Hank and his friend Anna are coming down today to spend our last night with us. I wonder what we'll eat for supper. I wonder if I'll sleep as deeply and well as I've been sleeping here every night. I want to get back from Apalach early enough this afternoon to spend some time on the beach in my chair under the umbrella. Baptize my body another time in the salty amniotic fluid of the planet.

It's been a good trip. I would like to say that I am ready to go home but really, when it comes to being by the water, I'm never really ready to go home. As much as I love my home, I'm not really ready at all.

La-di-dah. La. Dee. Fucking. Dah.

I do miss that tall guy I vaguely remember.

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon