Morning in Lloyd and quiet and clear and chilly. Our heater is not working which doesn't bother me at night because I like sleeping in a cave made of covers and it's not really that bad this morning and of course, what we might call chilly here would barely be bracing where you live but what in this world is not relative? And it will get colder and so the heater guy must be called and we will not die of freezing, I feel certain.
I am being lazy this morning. It feels good, it feels okay. Last week Jessie and Vergil and Greta were here and now they're not and it's just me and my old sleeping dogs and Elvis out in the coop who is calling to be let out. I am going to town today. Lily and I are talking about taking a field trip to Tallahassee's newest stores which both opened a few weeks ago. Trader Joe's and Whole Foods and can you believe I haven't stepped foot in either one of them? And Costco. We need to go to Costco for something. I can't remember what. And Publix because I need toilet paper. Good Lord! Does Trader Joe's have toilet paper? Surely they must. Whole Foods probably does too but it's most likely made from recycled and repurposed angel wings or something and costs five dollars a roll. Of course Costco has flats and vats of toilet paper but it's all Charmin usually and I refuse to buy it because the Koch Brothers own that company and so fuck no.
Well. We shall see.
If we do ever move to Apalachicola, our food shopping choices will be narrowed down to the Piggly Wiggly and I am not even kidding you. I think the local residents affectionately refer to it as "The Pig". We have actually discussed buying a small interior lot simply to grow a garden on but I'm not so sure we'll be doing that. I can barely manage to keep up with my garden here and it's about twenty feet away from the kitchen. The lot where we'll build our house doesn't have a whole lot of room and I won't even be able to keep chickens which is a great sadness. We've discussed it but between the alligators and the snakes and the birds of prey and the raccoons, I think it would be one heartache after another, trying to keep hens alive.
Speaking of hens, Miss Ozzie is sitting on the nest so perhaps we shall get another egg today. Wonders never cease.
I really must get off my ass now and move into this beautiful day. There are adventures to be had and grandsons to be kissed and retail outlets to be explored. I just looked up Trader Joe's online and they think I'd like pumpkin butter. I think not. But I do want to buy a pumpkin because it's almost Halloween and there is something I do love about carving a pumpkin into a gap-toothed Jack O'Lantern. The smell of the pumpkin as I cut into it, the tactile sense of reaching in and pulling out the smooth seeds, the setting of the candle inside, the placing of him on the porch in the darkness, the stepping-back and seeing that grin in the night. Yes. I want to do that.
Here we go. Happy Monday, y'all.