Chilly and dripping and another morning of waking up uncomfortable in my own skin, making oatmeal with grated apple and raisins. We are supposed to be going into town to go to a home show at the Civic Center to explore all the new and exciting possibilities for homes or something like that. I don't know. Mr. Moon bought the tickets- an outing for us, ideas for this house in Apalachicola that we eternally talk about building.
I do want to get out, I do want to do something, I do want to spend time with my husband.
This will be different.
The leaves on my Magnolia Grandiflora, that giant tree in my back yard are turning brown in an alarming way. I am pretty sure I have not seen this particular browning before nor do I see it happening on other magnolias as I walk. It is upsetting to me.
Rain and chill and browning leaves and so on and so forth and going to the Civic Center and not one spark of feeling okay within myself.
Another day to get through.
Keith Richards became a grandfather for the fifth time on Thursday. I wonder if his joints hurt. That's not a pun.
Oatmeal's ready. Gooey apple raisin oatmeal, the birds twitter and look cold. The Magnolia is turning brown.
I wish I felt more like doing anything besides hiding behind this mask of gray today.