Saturday, May 4, 2013

At Least The Porch Is Clean






Do you ever wonder if all of the quotes attributed to the Dali Lama on Facebook are really things he said? I do.

I think I had PMS today. Post Menstrual Syndrome. Post by approximately ten years but hey! Maybe? I was in a twitchy, bitchy mood. I was being mean as a snake to my husband for no reason. None. I finally told him, "Just don't talk to me! I'm insane!"
So I figured it best to remove myself. Which I did. I went to the branch library and found, finally, that movie "Get Low" which has not only Robert Duvall and Sissy Spacek in it but also Bill Fucking Murray. Why haven't I seen this movie? I do not know. I plan to rectify that situation tonight. Then, because the book-pickings were slim, I drove all the way across Tallahassee to the main branch and got some books. Where I saw a grown man wearing a Superman cape. That disturbed me a little. Just a little.
Then I went to Publix.
By the time I got home, I was in a much better mood.
And this is what my porch looked like:


Sparkling!

I've pretty much got it all back together with all my crap on it. Some of it's charming crap but it is crap for the most part.
Speaking of crap, the death-trap rusted glider is no longer on the porch and it will never be there again unless Mr. Moon does indeed sandblast it and fix the mechanical parts on it. Before it came into our possession, the damn thing had been sitting in the woods for seventeen years.
I am not making that up. Seventeen years. In the woods. You can only imagine.

Anyway, it's gone. And until I get a couch to put where it was (and I don't care if it mildews- you think I'm going to buy a NEW couch for the PORCH?) I did this:


VAST improvement. My soul is happier every time I look at that spot and I look at that spot about five hundred times a day.
Phew.

It is raining. It has been raining for days and I do not mind. Not one bit. And it's supposed to get down to 47 or something like that tonight. I still have my down comforter on the bed. And it's May. I am about to go cook pork chops. I know, I know. We just had pork chops. What's your point? I did laundry yesterday and I'm doing it again today. So what? Plus, women with both sorts of PMS need pork chops. It's a proven, medical fact. I think the Dali Lama may have even said something about that. I saw it on Facebook. And we're also having our first squashes of the year.

Things are looking up and Mr. Moon is allowed to talk to me again.

Stay cozy, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Here is a picture of Gibson that his mother took today. The rain is obviously not fazing him either.
You are welcome.








12 comments:

  1. The last few days I have been in a HATEFUL mood. I have been hating everyone and everything. I feel better today.

    The picture of Gibson is the cutest thing I have seen today. I even showed my husband who agreed.

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  2. It amazes me that you can take the seemingly most mundane parts of life and make them interesting to read and then add a dose of Gibson and you have a recipe for pure joy. Does that kid every smile???? Sweet Jo

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  3. I love the adorable picture of Gibson, and I love your porch and I love those colorful suns hanging from it and I am hating the world at this moment so that is saying something. Thank you for your lovely post.

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  4. I believe the man in the Superman cape is the guy who used to hang out in front of the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd. out here until it became illegal to hang out in superhero costumes.

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  5. Soooooooooooo clean and pretty! Keith will love it.

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  6. We have found that it is impossible to have pork chops too often. And we're not even PMS-ing women. :)

    Seriously, sometimes you just have to get out of the house, and that makes all the difference. That's what I've found, anyway.

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  7. The porch is indeed nice. We did ours last weekend. Waiting on a rug to come in to put down on the tile. Maybe I will post a photo when it's done. You inspire me.

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  8. I'm snappy and grouchy too, but I really do have PMS, which I'm trying to keep in check. It promises to be another glorious day today so I'm going to spend the day with my self outside. It's what the Dalai Lama would want.

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  9. Your little spot on the porch looks very cozy and inviting. I love the little mirror with its reflection of a lamp in some other part of the porch. I wish I had a front porch for sitting but I'll have to be ok with a deck on the back.

    Menopause sucks. Post menopause sucks too. And why, may I ask, is it not called MenoSTOP? Cause if it were only paused I'd be pulling my hair out!! ;)

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  10. That porch looks amazing. That said, my favorite part of this post is Gibson. He never, ever looks fazed by a damn thing. He could mentor us all, couldn't he?

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  11. Birdie- He's such a powerful force for good, that Gibson.

    Sweet Jo- Gibson can fuss. Believe me! But mostly he doesn't.

    Kelly- Sometimes, we're just filled with the hateful feelings and I don't know why but it's part of being human, I guess. I'm glad you liked the post.

    Elizabeth- Now there's a law the Libertarians probably do not approve of. They really made that a law? Good Lord.

    Denise- Oh, I hope so!

    Steve Reed- Mostly if I have to get out of the house it's because of stuff going on at the house THAT I CAN'T DEAL WITH! Luckily, this is rare.

    Syd- Yes! Pictures!

    heartinhand- I do believe you are right.

    Lynne- I'm with you on the MenoStop. Absolutely. Decks are nice. I like decks.

    Gradydoctor- He gets fazed. Mostly when you will either not pick him up when he wants picking up or when you will not give him more food when he wants more food. Which is mostly. Which is why he is so skinny. We can't bear the fussing!

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  12. I love your remade porch, and that you are married to a man who steam cleans it. he takes care of things, doesn't he? i hope your sunday was a peaceful one. xo

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