For no real apparent reason. So we can plant the okra? Okay. Whatever.
So now that patch is weeded and my body aches and my hands are about to fall off my wrists (those were some pretty big weeds) and so what? So WHAT? I don't even want to take a picture and show you because all it is now is a bare piece of earth and it's not like a quarter of an acre or anything and I feel sort of stupid.
But there you are and there you have it and I did it.
Maybe I just needed on some deep, spiritual level to get down on my knees in the dirt and I have done that and maybe that's all that needs to be said about it.
I did do a few other things. I took care of the boys yesterday and I picked those blackberries and I made this salad last night:
Anyway, Mr. Moon will be home tomorrow and I'll be mighty glad to see him although I have to admit that I am ridiculously content to be by myself and that is no reflection on him, it's just the way I'm wired. I haven't left Lloyd since Friday and I don't know that I'll be leaving tomorrow either. I have coffee and bananas. What the fuck do I need to go to Tallahassee for? I not only have coffee and bananas, I have tomatoes and basil in the garden, and eggs galore and beans in the cabinet and venison in the freezer if I should start to feel a lack of protein, and flour and sourdough starter if I need bread.
I also have the bluebirds and the hawk which comes in every evening at sunset to fly around my backyard and my chickens to cluck around the house all day long keeping me company. I have the World Wide Web. I have a telephone and ice cubes and books to read with my eyes and with my ears. I have a turtle friend.
I'm sort of thinking I wish I had a kitten but I banish the desire with the knowledge that a kitten grows up to be a cat and cats kill birds if you let them go outside and if you don't, they require a litter box. Which I have no desire to deal with on any level so I probably don't need a kitten.
But it WILL be nice to have that giant man back. I did laundry for the first time today since he left and when I pulled his pants out of the dryer to fold I was amazed, once again, at how long his legs are. Thirty years together and he's still amazing me. That's a good thing.
All right. Enough. The evening is young. I could still end this time-to-myself in some crazy way such as burning incense and lighting candles and dancing in the hallway to this.
Whoo-hoo indeed, y'all.