Mr. Moon is having a practically perfect day. Don't get me wrong- I'm having a really good day too but he's out on the boat right this second catching fish.
Not just fishing but actually catching.
Add that to the waffles and the five mile walk we took today and his very sweet wife and I have to say that if I could just figure out how to make chocolate chip cookies (I have no chocolate chips and what was I thinking?) this might be one of the very best days of his entire life.
I have made a lovely little pound cake and cut up and sugared the strawberries to go on it but that is not chocolate chip cookies and there is no whipped cream but oh well.
He'll just have to rough it.
It has been a very nice day. Our walk down the bay was perfect. Cool air, blue skies and birds. It was the first real walk I've taken since I hurt my hip and it felt okay although I could feel my legs complaining. And to be totally honest, they have been complaining ever since but I took a little nap and they'll be fine.
Besides the cake I've got a sort of gumbo thing going with tomatoes and peppers and onions and garlic and squash and mushrooms and chicken and I have a few leftover shrimp to go in there too. We will not starve. I'll cook a pot of brown rice and that will make a nice bowl of goodness for our supper.
It smells real good here right now. You can take my word on that.
The sun is on it's way to setting and I just saw a lone pelican making his way home. I have some dishes to wash in this nasty-looking water we have here. We don't drink it although I hear that some do with no ill effects. It's definitely fine for washing purposes and I ran a little load of clothes today. I surely would not wash anything here which needed to remain white. Even copious amounts of bleach will not reverse the effects of the water but that's just part of the charm of the place.
It's Dog Island and there is mystery and magic and brown water and tonight I am content and at peace and am waiting on my man to come home from the sea with his fishes.
I will feed him cake and strawberries. I will sleep in his arms.
And the waves will murmur on the shore beside our little house all night long and will still be speaking in water tongue when we wake up tomorrow.