Friday, August 22, 2014

Friday Bla-Bla-Bla

Mr. Moon is packing to go up to his hunting camp for the weekend and I am NOT talking a walk today. I'm just not going to do it. I slept so hard last night and I finally feel almost human and it's already too hot out there and okay, there are a million excuses but the bottom line Not today.

I am hopefully going to spend at least two days taking care of me.
Well, yes. Thank-you.

The dogs are gone. This is a fact. I don't have to worry about them any more, not one bit, done, done, done. No shit, no pee, no puke. No blind animals staggering into walls. Unless I get really drunk, of course.
Haha! Just kidding.

I think today I am going to town to the library, have lunch with Hank, go to Publix, and Goodwill. I need new couch pillows and no, it's not disgusting to buy them at Goodwill. I've bought beautiful feather, silk-covered gorgeous pillows at Goodwill that probably retail for close to a hundred bucks for a few dollars because someone decided to change their decor and I bring them home and wash them and they are lovely. I will probably buy salmon at Publix- my meal to make when Mr. Moon is out of town because he is not so fond of it but I am.

The chickens and Maurice and I shall all take care of each other. Maurice has been lovely lately. The last two nights she has suffered my hand on her fur for a long, long time. No, I don't really think she knows I need comfort, but she has given it, anyway. She is beginning to purr at times.  I was texting a friend last night who also has cats and we agreed that all cats are insane but that we love ours anyway. I suggested that it's because they are soft AND creepy, which is interesting. Not quite unlike chickens who are anciently domesticated birds who give us eggs and who are the direct descendants of dinosaurs which, if you look carefully, you can see perfectly well in their feet and their walk and their stance.

Here's Maurice this morning.

She is an undemanding and mostly-sweet companion. She jumps up on the table where I am writing, comes right to me, bows her head to me and when I kiss it, she raises up as if to say, "Hey! Boundaries!" and then she wanders off to groom and nap a few feet away.

I dreamed this morning of my dear, dear friend Terry whom I met in nursing school, then woke up to find an e-mail from her. For those of you who do not read her blog, I give you the link because she is wise and wonderful and funny and reverent and irreverent. And a damn fine writer.  Here. 

Well, that's about it from Lloyd this morning. Mr. Moon is so happy not to have a deadline for the day, to be able to sort and pack and mess around with the truck and the trailer. It makes my heart happy to see him so. He has been working too hard. It is supposed to be brutally hot and humid for the next few days and so I shall be moving slowly. The boys will be coming tomorrow night to sleep here and then I will take care of them on Sunday. Lily and Jason both open on Sunday morning and it's ridiculous to have to get them up and bring them out here before the sun even thinks of rising. So- Saturday night slumber party, Sunday morning pancakes is probably the agenda there.

It's Friday. Do something nice for yourself, okay? And then let's all get together to chat about it. Tonight? Back porch? BYOB. I'll provide the ambiance and snacks and music.
Hope you like the Rolling Stones.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Maurice is a very pretty cat. I still think she is a spirit animal, though she may not act that enlightened.

  2. Orange cats are always special.

  3. I had a cuddle last night with Kamir, who is sleeping on my bed right now. He's not a cuddler, but he tolerated my need. Cats are weird.
    I picked a bad week to quit drinking.

  4. I joke around about The Ungrateful Bastard but dear god, I love that cat. He doesn't love me but I love him and that is OK.

  5. oh god, I'd be there in a heart beat. I'll bring bourbon, ginger ale and hummus & veggies...anything else? Can we listen to a lil Bruce too?

    I got seven pictures of Buddha
    The prophet's on my tongue
    Eleven angels of mercy
    Sighin' over that black hole in the sun
    My heart's dark but it's risin'
    I'm pullin' all the faith I can see
    From that black hole on the horizon
    I hear your voice calling me...Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party!!!
    Love ya, Angie D

  6. It really isn't selfish. You know that, right?

    I checked my bank account and got an Indian Takeaway. Now I have work to do, and it's nearly ten thirty. Perhaps early to bed and start refreshed in the morning makes more sense than starting to work now... oh Jo. Here we go again...

  7. Angella- Well, as Rebecca might say, she is definitely one of the Animal Gods.

    Allison- This is the first one I've ever had. She is pretty much a darling.

    heartinhand- Is there a GOOD week to quit drinking?

    Birdie- As long as we're all aware of the situation. Love him up.

    Jill- Can you find me? I'm here!

    Angie D- Now I have that song in my head. ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITES! Of course.
    Can we have chips and salsa, too?

    Jo- Ha! I hear you.

  8. If I wasn't 5 hours away. Gail

  9. Cats ARE very peculiar, mysterious creatures. They like affection but hate to admit it.

    It's got to be a huge relief to not have to worry about the poop and pee and puke.

  10. Gail- Yeah. That's pretty far to drive.

    Steve Reed- You have no idea. Or maybe you do. But anyway, it is a huge relief.

  11. I can identify with Mr. Moon. I seem to be happiest when there is a day without a schedule of any kind.


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