We have had a lot of rain this summer. Every baking pan I take out of the cabinet is coated with mildew and mold and I'm not kidding you. Although I have lived in Florida for most of my fifty-nine years, I have never seen this phenomenon. I've seen mushrooms growing in bathrooms and mildewed shoes and purses and walls and ceilings but baking pans is a new one on me. Flooding could possibly come next for all I know. That tree is still lying dead over in the side of the backyard, deader than ever. We have to do something about that thing. That and the toilet and the leaks on the porch and the boards in the dining room floor which appear to be curling up and well...Florida life in a very old house.
The garden needs to be cleared out, all of the dead plants pulled and tossed on a burn pile, things gotten ready for the fall garden. There's never a lack of projects around here.
But I don't feel like tackling any of them today. I've made a huge weekend breakfast with eggs and biscuits and I've fed the chickens and let the big hens and Elvis out into the yard. Baby and B.B. are doing well, eating their weight in whatever I'll give them daily.
Last night's outing pretty much did me in. We went to a local restaurant we have been frequenting for many years called Kool Beanz and despite its unfortunate name, it's one of the best restaurants I've ever eaten in. We always sit at the bar which isn't a bar in the sense that it's where you get drinks but in the sense that it's a bar instead of a table and the chefs are doing their thing with flame six feet away from you and it's great to watch. Last night one of the ovens caught on fire but they just opened all the doors and let the smoke out. No one was too worried about it. We got an appetizer of fried oysters and cheese grits, two salads and two entrees. Those entrees are sitting in my refrigerator as we speak, waiting to become tonight's supper. We had no room left after the salads and the oysters which were heaven. And why is it that salads eaten in a restaurant are always better than salads made at home? What's up with that? I don't get it because I make some pretty good salads but the ones we had last night were just incredible.
Anyway, I felt shy as hell last night. Even before we left I felt shy. I felt as if by having a "date" expectations were more than I could fulfill. Not sure what I thought those expectations would be but I was fairly certain I would not be able to fulfill them.
I'm pretty sure I didn't, either, even though I not only wore make-up, I painted my toenails. It had been so long since I've used any nail polish that I could only find one bottle in the entire house that I could open and it's a strange sort of peachy orange and I can't even remember buying that color but I suppose I must have and that's what I used. I also wore a pair of real going-out shoes and every time I looked down at my legs and my feet I had a hard time reconciling the fact that they were mine.
I think my favorite part of the evening was hugging the dishwasher who is the only original employee of the restaurant still there after all these years. He's such a beautiful man and his hugs are the best. He's deaf and mute so our communications are all through hugs and I guess we put our best effort into those hugs. They are joyful.
Here's a picture of me in the lady's room which is where the best rooster art is.
She used to do mostly dogs and cats but she's branched out into chickens and I approve.
Here's another picture of me in the restroom.
No. I did not spend my entire evening in the lady's taking pictures of myself but it was nice and quiet in there, plus...all the chickens.
My own chickens are being exceptionally noisy here today. Elvis is obviously not sure that all his hens are where he wants them to be and has been crowing without cease. One of the hens laid an egg and so of course there's the big fuss about that and getting her back to the flock AND the train has gone by several times AND Mr. Moon is, as we speak, having a phone conversation four feet away from me and WHY?
Peace, people. I need some peace.
Okay. I've moved out to my office and Elvis has moved on to another part of the yard and guess what? I have nothing more to say anyway.
It's a rainy Saturday, I might just put on my overalls and go work in the garden in-between showers. I do not think we are going to need sandbags and I'll just have to wash each baking dish as I need it. If mildew and mold were toxic to me I'd be dead and I'm not dead so there you go. If I die, we'll need to reevaluate the mold-is-not-toxic-to-me theory.
Let's all try to not die today, okay? That's setting the bar pretty low but it's important.
Your's truly and with love...Ms. Moon