Last night after our dinner, Mr. Moon and I decided to take a refresher course in why it's A VERY BAD IDEA TO GO TO CERTAIN BEACH BARS! One in particular.
Okay. It was fun and we passed the class with flying colors which means we lived and that we won't be doing that again anytime soon.
But honestly, it was a lot of fun. Everyone there knew everyone there (St. George Island is a very small place) and Mr. Moon even knew a table of people, all of whom drive cars he sold them. It was merry and cozy inside and two guys were playing guitars and singing and they were dressed to the nines in T-shirts and cargo shorts and ball caps and beards and I told them that they needed to bring the guitars down and bring the vocals up and they did and it sounded much better (why did they believe me?) and they played so many songs from the olden days and everyone there knew all the words and sang along and some people (maybe us) even danced.
Anyway, we got out of there before closing and before any fights started and before anyone did anything crazy and so yes, we survived. But I think I may be taking a nap here soon.
It's still gray and drizzling off and on and it's supposed to get into the low twenties if not lower tomorrow night and I am dreading that already. Hell, I'm dreading everything. The appointment at the periodontal surgeon's that I have tomorrow morning so that they can go over the "treatment plan" and tell me how much this is all going to cost me. No drugs will be involved in this appointment so there is absolutely nothing to look forward to. Yeah. I'm dreading that.
Meanwhile, we're back home, obviously, and the beach was so beautiful this morning, gray but with the light shining silver way off on the horizon. We had our breakfast at the Mexican restaurant and then drove home, took it slow and easy. I'm drinking a cup of valerian tea and have laundry running and I'm looking forward to my nap. I am not dreading that.
I am glad we went away and for a little while I was not anxious. The moon last night was a shining silver grin in the sky and I can still hear the swelling and falling of the waves in my head. The cardinals and chickadees are rushing the feeder, perhaps filling up for the energy they'll need for tomorrow's cold. I hope they all make it. I should go pick all the camellias and bring them in because they will be mush in two days if I don't. Maybe the boys and I will do that tomorrow. They'll be here after I go to the dentist. I just have to get through this next week. One day at a time or to be more exact, one moment at a time when it gets really tough.
The valerian tea is having its way with me.
Nap time in Lloyd.