Friday, November 15, 2013
No Photo Shop Was Squandered Here, Plus- Dead Frog
It's rained on and off all day long. Never a downpour, just a constant drizzle. And it's been gray and it's been gloomy and I have been too.
Not that bad, really. Here's a fun thing- Gibson called me today. By himself. We have no idea how. Lily said he wanted to call me and she had just texted me to see if I was awake and before I got the text, he'd called. We had a brief conversation. I told him I wanted to get his sugar.
"Guga," he agreed.
I did wash the dogs. They were filthy and they desperately need to go to the groomer but I couldn't possibly take them to see Miss Beverly in that condition. Like cleaning the house before the maid gets there. Or at least, I imagine that's what it's like.
The shampoo I bought them smells so good I'm thinking about using it myself. My whole bathroom still smells lovely and flowery. The dogs still stink but that's because they're ancient.
I even heated up the bathroom for them before I washed them. Turned on the space heater and let it get nice and toasty in there so they wouldn't get a chill and...WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I picked up something off the floor of my bedroom this afternoon. It was a ball of dust with something in the middle.
A dried up frog.
I threw him outside. Maybe he rehydrated in the rain. I'm certain he did not come back to life.
I was thinking I'd go to Monticello tonight and see Arsenic And Old Lace. I mean, how good do you have to feel to sit in a seat and watch a play? I even made cookies to take to the cast and crew. Dark chocolate, white chocolate, pecan, raisin, oatmeal cookies. No. I'm not kidding.
I'm not going to Monticello.
I have heartburn. Probably from eating cookie dough.
I actually spent some time looking for people I used to know on Facebook today. Hey! You've done that. I know you have. I discovered that the only man who ever hit me (once, and then that was it for him and me) studied theology at Notre Dame. I find this hysterical. He was an LSD-taking rich kid when I knew him. With anger issues. He seems to have a lot of kids now but no wife.
I miss my husband. I don't think he misses me in the least until it's time to go find himself some supper. He sent me a video he took from the deer blind. There were a lot of teeny-tiny deer in it. I'm pretty sure they weren't that tiny in all actuality. Just far away. I'm glad my husband doesn't have anger issues. He has hunting issues but I can live with that. Plus- venison!
As you can see, we had an incredible sunset in Lloyd tonight. It was practically psychedelic. The picture above is the street heading east from my driveway. I'm not certain but I think that may be the only traffic light in Jefferson County. It's a flashing light, not a stop light.
That's mistletoe up there in the naked branches of a pecan tree. Those big clumps. Mistletoe. So if you need an excuse to kiss someone, you know where to come.
The picture of the church up there is the one next door to me. The Holy Ghost Revival Center. Have you ever seen a tidier, neater church this side of New England? It's the most well-tended, up-kept church in this whole entire area and honey, there are a shit ton of churches in this area. I'll bet there's a dozen churches within a five-mile radius of me. At least. But the Holy Ghost Revival Center is without a doubt the best kept. I'd be willing to bet they have the best music too. They're good neighbors.
That's all the pictures I have and pretty much all I have to say as well. I think it's quit raining but dripping-off-leaves is still going on. Honestly, I'm pretty lonely. Not lonely enough to take a shower and drive to Monticello. I just...can't. I can't explain it but I can't. It's like- it's one thing to be lonely if you're alone. It's another entirely to feel lonely if you're in a crowd. And I think I'd feel lonely at the Opera House. I'm probably fooling myself but it's how I feel.
I don't have anything cosmic or profound to say tonight. I hope that's okay.
It's gonna have to be.
What the hell am I going to do with all these cookies?
Have a good Friday night.