That's what the sky looked like about an hour ago. Pink fingers stretching up from the gold of the setting sun over the trees. Some nights it takes my breath away. You expect a beautiful sunset over the water but I genuinely appreciate it when I see it from my back yard.
I spent all day in town almost. The dentist appointment went fine although it makes me crazy, just getting my teeth cleaned. I find myself clenching my hands together over my belly and I talk myself into relaxing and then the next thing I know, I'm clenching again until I'm sure my knuckles are blanched. But the dentist proclaimed my implant place as looking very healthy, very good, and all is well and by the end of this month I'll have a tooth in that place again. How strange that will seem! I will be able to crunch almonds again on that side of my mouth. I sure as hell hope the pleasure of that will be worth the money, time, energy, worry and dental visits it has taken to get to that point.
Hank and I went to late lunch and afterwards, on my way to the branch library, I stopped at another furniture store. Again, no luck. I was going to go to the big library but Prick Scott got re-inaugurated today. Hank's Facebook post this morning said, "The fuck is all that shooting?" Cannons. There were also planes and god knows what all and I wanted to avoid that bullshit so I stuck to the east side of town although part of me wishes I had gone downtown to witness some of the many marriages that took place in Tallahassee today.
I tell you. I just think about it and I cry.
There's so much more to this than even the monumental step towards equal rights under the law. I was thinking about this today. How there are some heterosexual couples who have been together for decades and have chosen never to marry which is fine by me but they joke that they are "living in sin." That's their choice but being man/woman they could change their minds and go ahead and get that little piece of paper to be able to claim the legal rights that the piece of paper bestows.
Gay couples in Florida, until today, could not. They had no choice but to "live in sin."
Yeah. Just words. But words are powerful. They reflect and direct our thoughts and opinions.
I swear to you, this is like a barrier that's been busted wide open. A wall that's come down. There are many more that will have to crumble but a huge one in Florida just did.
But I have to say that I'll bet there are plenty of folks who are doing a bit of trembling in their boots.
"Oh god. Now it's legal. He's going to want me to marry him!"
Ah-yah. With the blessings come the problems.
Well, that's life and the blessings in this case far outweigh the problems.
So I went to the branch library and then I went to Publix and then I came home and washed dishes and started laundry and collected eggs and both ducks had laid in the hen house which makes me so happy. Mr. Moon got home from auction, literally ran into the house and grabbed the sandwich I'd made for him and took off for an FSU basketball game.
Guess what I'm eating for supper?
A chicken pot pie.
Yes. Yes I am.
Today's calorie count will probably reach into the millions.
Hey! I took a walk!
And tonight I did something tonight I've been wanting to do which is to take Miss Camellia from where she was sleeping in the pump house and place her in a nest in the hen house. Chickens, for those of you who do not know, are in a virtual coma when it gets dark and they have gone to roost. She startled when I gently touched her but when I hugged her to me she settled down immediately and so she is sleeping with all of the rest of the birds tonight except for Miss Dovie and I have no idea where she sleeps. Probably up in a tree. Which worries me.
Here's another picture I took today.
That beautiful, powerful, predatory hawk let me get right up next to her or him to take a picture. She/he is all fluffed up in this chilly weather and is not afraid of much.
Once again- there's only so much I can do. Some of my chickens want to get out of the yard and cross to greener pastures in the yards across the street and I can shut the gate but they can still get out. If they get run over I'm going to feel terrible but short of keeping them cooped up (quite literally) there's not one damn thing I can do about it. And I can't stand to keep them cooped up. What would be the point of that? I don't keep chickens for their eggs or meat although I do love their eggs. I keep them because their travels and adventures in the yard delight me and amuse me and I love knowing that they are eating bugs and green roots and shoots and napping under the Nandina and Pyracantha.
Root hog or die, as they say around here.
If you're of a wandering tendency and get run over, well, that's the way it is. Until one of my neighbors complains about chicken shit in their yard.
I'll deal with that when it happens.
Until then, let's all be free.
Sleep well under this just-past-a-full moon.
I plan on it and just hope like hell that my dreams are not filled with problems and panics.
Or yours either.