Not really. Still doing laundry, have to put the kitchen back together after mopping, more cooking to do.
Turns out I do still know how to do things around here. And I feel like my house is my home again, I've done my metaphorical peeing in the corners and have restored a few things to rights.
It feels so good.
And tomorrow- ONWARD!
Perhaps even to the yard which Mr. Moon is mowing as we speak. I'm on the little front porch, not to be confused with the large front porch or my usual back porch because he's back there behind that porch, kicking up dust and making all sorts of racket as he mows and I wish he'd just be finished but he's set himself a goal and he will achieve it.
How quickly we return to our routines, our habits. I feel sorely under-kissed today although my little men gave me a few. Owen even bought me flowers. Well, he picked them out at the grocery store when we were there and his mama paid for them. He was so happy. And then he convinced me to buy him marshmallows which he doesn't even like because he wanted me to make him some hot cocoa with marshmallows when we got back to my house which of course, I did.
He did not eat the marshmallows but I was glad to prove my love for him which is what the whole damn thing was about, of course.
So it's been a good day. Maurice has followed me everywhere I've gone, inside and out. Right now, she and Luna are having a stand-off a few yards away. They have not made their peace yet. They may never, just as the young chickens may never truly make their peace with the older ones. I will be interested to see how all of this plays out as Drogo (who is definitely a rooster) matures.
Would you LOOK at Eggy Tina's feet? My god. And Missy's are the same way. If I could bring those chickens in and spray a little Pledge on those feather shoes and get them to dancin', this place would be shiny in no time!
Well, I've put the carrots and potatoes in with the venison and put the kitchen back together and put the last load in the washer excluding rugs and now I think I'm going to slice up a cantaloupe which I bought today (along with one of everything else in the store) because it smells really, really ripe and I'll put it in a bowl in the refrigerator so that Mr. Moon will eat it when he's hungry because it will be right there and cold and delicious and easy, and make a salad which is something we ate very little of in Mexico although- if pico de gallo isn't the best salad there is, I don't know my vegetables. It's a little lacking in the greens department but Human does not live on kale alone. At least in my world.
So here I am, wearing men's cargo shorts and a tank top, dirty as hell, my ankles swollen and itchy from a yellow-fly who dined on my blood, smelling of Fabuloso, completely exhausted but...you know...happy.
Senora Luna, in a parallel universe is looking at something like this
In Lloyd or in Cozumel and we can show our love with freshly mown grass and clean floors or with long afternoons spent doing nothing but holding each other while the sea sighs and moans within hearing distance from our bed.
So yeah, I'd say it's been a good homecoming.
I'd say I'm the luckiest woman on earth.
Dang. I might even make that man biscuits.
Sweet dreams, y'all.