All my wishes for rain and of course we've got us a tropical storm already, five days into the season. Andrea. Her name is Andrea.
I believe we shall be getting all the rain I wanted and maybe not too many winds. Keep your fingers crossed for Hank who has planned for months to go to the island with his friends for his birthday. MONTHS and of course, well, we shall see. I talked to him last night and he said that if the captain of the boat will take them, they're going.
I should have thought about hurricane season getting in the way of him celebrating his birthday when I got pregnant.
So, stingy face, rain and rain and rain and I'm going to town today to go with Lily to a check-up appointment for Gibson. "Be prepared," she warned me. "He's getting shots."
She knows that I do sometimes cry when this happens.
I'm so silly.
I made fish tacos last night. I'd never made them before. How can this be? I don't know but they were delicious. Mr. Moon caught the fish and we grew the cabbage I shredded and some of the peppers I cooked to go with them. Then I had heartburn and couldn't get to sleep until after one a.m. and too bad, it was worth it, those little bites of garlicky, lime-soaked, chili-powder-sprinkled fish I cooked, wrapped up in velvety warm corn tortillas with avocado and thinly sliced cabbage with green onions and cooked onions and peppers and the sauce I made to go over it all and the jalapenos.
Hell. I'd do it again but we ate it all so forget it until next time.
And that's the news and I have to get ready to go to town and I have one more bank account I shared with Mother, unbeknownst to me to shut down and I need to do that too and it's a rainy day and so not too hot and maybe my son and his friends will be able to cross the bumpy water of the bay and go to the island and hang out at the house and watch the beautiful rain fall on the water and play cards and do all the things they love to do there with the exception of going to the beach and swimming although if I know these folks, they may do that anyway.
I surely hope they can go.
Let's all stay safe, okay, because maybe it wasn't the fish tacos that kept me awake but a little tiny bit of worry. No. Really it was the tacos.