Thursday, February 21, 2013

Unrelated Blah-Blah-Blah

Another cold, clear day in Lloyd but it's supposed to get up into the seventies and that makes me happy.
I am feeling quite productive in that I have already done some online shopping- two packages of the underwear I love and a set of Sony headphones.
Neither the type of underwear or the headphones seem to be available anywhere in Tallahassee any more but Amazon met my needs in less than five minutes. Sure, I have to wait a few days but who cares? I remember hearing an interview with Jeff Bezos about a million years ago when he was just cranking up Amazon and it still only sold books and I was like, "Whoa! Dude is going to make millions."
And yes he has and I'm grateful to be able to buy such prosaic stuff as underwear and headphones from his company. I've used these Sony headphones for years but the wires do get caught and pulled and they break but I still like them. They're lightweight and I can't deal with ear buds. Sorry, Steve Jobs, I hate the ear buds. My ears are obviously not constructed for them. I CAN do it but I don't like to.
Anyway, blah-blah-blah.


Here's a picture of Super Man. Lily sent it to me last night. I'm going to go stay with those boys for a few hours today and I'll try and get a good shot of Gibson, too. Maybe, for once, I'll get one of him smiling. We'll see. When I got to their house yesterday, I was informed that they were having an animal celebration. 
"Close your eyes!" said Owen. He loves to do this. Make me close my eyes and surprise me which is fine except for when I'm carrying Gibson and I admit I cheat and open my eyes enough to see where I'm being led. This was the case yesterday but I was still a bit surprised to discover that an animal celebration entailed every stuffed animal in the house in a pile on the floor of the living room. It truly was an animal celebration. Monkeys and dinosaurs and bears and rabbits and every animal you can plush-out and stuff. There were no cupcakes but beyond that, it was an excellent celebration. 
We shall see what sort of fun we can get up to today. I think that Boppy is going to come and join us and so we're going to have a fine time, I'm sure. 

Speaking of Boppy, I think he figured out what's in my leg. And no, it is not an alien. Or a tick. Or even a thorn. 
It is, wait for it...a hair. 
Yep. I think that we spent half an hour trying to remove a particularly dark, coarse hair from my leg. 
I should be ashamed to admit that but I am not. This is just life, folks. 

You know something I've been thinking about for awhile? The fact that I don't wake up in despair every day anymore. I can't really believe that, but it's true. Sure, I have my bad mornings but they are not the norm lately. Maybe some things do get better with age. Not leg hair, perhaps, but leg hair is easily dealt with. Far more easily dealt with than every-morning despair.

All right. I need to get a few things done before I head into town to take care of Super Man and his brother. It is a bright, clear day in Lloyd and I am not in despair. This is worthy of a celebration of some sort, animal, vegetable, or mineral, I am not sure. 

One more thing. I caught up on a little New Yorker reading yesterday and read an article about Dr. Oz. 

Quit believing in green coffee beans, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon



9 comments:

  1. Sometimes objects get into our body and our body, slowly, wisely, pushes them out. Like grief, isn't it? Ha. Please forgive me my prosaic metaphor. I'm just wondering, don't things often just push their way out, without our knowing.

    I'm so glad to hear your grief is lightening.

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  2. Rainy here but not cold. I finally had to go online to buy a Hanes for women undershirt. I used to buy it at Target but they have discontinued carrying it. Went to Old Navy to get some new house pants after the ones I had finally completely wore out. That store didn't carry the lounge/sleepwear.

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  3. A day with Superman AND new underpants? Recipe for an excellent day. xoxo

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  4. Yay for not waking in despair! You've given me something to look forward to. :)

    Super Owen looks like a force to be reckoned with.

    Wow, a hair... was it ingrown? I get those sometimes, it's odd. Glad you got it resolved.

    Hope your day is a good one.
    xo

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  5. That photo of Super Owen says it all.

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  6. LOL on the ingrown hair. I hate those. Enjoy the warm temps. and being happy.

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  7. There once was a place called despair
    It was quite an uncomfortable lair........

    Sorry. Despair rhymes with hair, ya know.
    So glad you're not in the despair lair anymore.

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  8. Yeah, I read that story. I never watched Oprah and I never watch Dr. Oz now, and I had no idea so much of America regarded him as such an authority. All I know is I get a lot of spam e-mail bearing his name trying to sell me useless crap.

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  9. Witch Hazel. Draws out ingrowns. I know because I have dry Canadian skin that flakes and clogs hair holes. They're not called hair holes but for the life of me, I can't think of the word.

    Dr. Oz freaks me out. I'll click on that link though!

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