I'm not sure how the little things are getting into the house but they always do and many of them perish for lack of water which is why they congregate around the sink. As darling as I think they are, I do not like to touch them- there is no logic there- and so I catch them in containers and let them free in a patch of wet border grass.
The cucumbers and zinnias which I planted on Saturday are already breaking ground which I think is some sort of record. Not quite four days from seed to sprout.
Still, not that interesting to anyone but me.
Not all days are full of mystery, excitement, drama and excellent quotes from my grandson. They are resting days, I suppose, and I did take a nap this afternoon and had a variation on the back-in-school dream where you can't find your classroom and you know there's a final and you haven't even looked at the book and so forth.
This one was about graduation. I hadn't realized I was graduating and yet, it seemed I was. And was supposed to be giving a speech which I hadn't written and I hadn't taken a shower and I didn't know where the ceremony was to be held.
The mind is an odd thing and I was glad to wake up although I felt out of sorts and groggy in the afternoon heat. Does the word groggy come from feeling as if you've been drinking grog? I am too lazy to look it up. Perhaps Hank will know.
Anyway, Mr. Moon is home and safe, the soup is heating up, I have made one of those ridiculous bastard angel-food cakes out of a mix combined with a can of crushed pineapple and it has blueberries and almonds in it. I've lost my mind.
Ah well. I've mopped a floor, I've made a note as to where the next magnolia blossoms will be opening, I've been quiet, I've had a walk, I've thought a lot about a lot of things and so it goes in Lloyd, and it has been fine with me.