Dang, y'all. I'm tired.
Wasn't I sick on Sunday? What happened with that? Oh yeah. I got better. Real fast. Yesterday was a full day, albeit a fairly slow moving day. Still, I got a lot done.
And today I've been going at it hard.
After my walk, Mr. Moon and I got together and drove down to Woodville, Florida (and no, you've never heard of it unless you live around here but it's a charming little community) and did some research concerning this business thing he's thinking about.
That man. That man, that man, that man.
What can I say?
I remember when he wanted to open his first business- a Michelin Tire store and repair shop. I was pregnant, in my last year of nursing school, had two kids already, we'd been married all of about four months and he decides to open a tire store. I was like, "Uh- you can't do that. How can you do that? Where do you get those towels on rollers to put in the restroom?" "How do you get a coke machine?" Etc.
And then he did it.
He just did it. He worked sixty-plus hours a week, he put his heart and soul into it and he did it. And then he bought a piece of property on another side of town and he and his daddy BUILT a building and shop and he continued his business there and then he sold that and built another business next door, selling cars with a partner, and THEN he built a little plaza there and a bank building and THEN he started selling cars on a one-to-one basis with an office in a bank.
And every time and I mean EVERY time he's ever come up with a new idea I'm like, "You can't do that. How can you do that?" Etc.
So. Well. We shall see.
After our little research trip I went to the library and to Publix, came home, did all the chores I had not done this morning, and now I'm going to make some pesto and pasta with a few scallops and a nice big salad. Sounds good, doesn't it? To me, anyway. The basil in the garden is coming on strong and I can't get enough of it.
But like I said, I'm tired. And I've had to have another very serious talk with Maurice about waking us up at night. I started out the same way I started last time by saying, "Maurice, I love and adore you." She gave me a glance. "In fact, I respect and admire you!" I said. She leaped up on the shelf where her food bowl was and began to eat.
"Look at me when I talk to you!" I told her.
She flicked a Little Friskie's crumb at me.
I finished my speech but I'm pretty sure she did not hear a word I said.
Just like Mr. Moon when I tell him I don't want him working sixty-hour work weeks again.
Oh well. Cat will do what cat will do.
Man will do what man will do.
And me? I'm going to bed about 9:00. Boys coming tomorrow afternoon.
And trust me- boys will do what boys will do.