Thursday, September 3, 2015

Let's All Shine On!

Again I have walked.
Again I have lived.
This is a never-ending miracle to me in the summer.
Should we start a lottery to guess on which date I'll start bitching about how cold it is?

But seriously folks.

Okay. Let's play Jeopardy. Here's your answer:
"Something wicked this way comes."
"What does the post master thinks when he smells me coming?"

Haha! I got a million of 'em!

I feel like a wild beast. I really do. Not in a good way. In a way like I'm an untended creature whose coat has grown so shaggy that twigs and leaves are tangled in it and whose hooves are three feet long. I need a pedicure so bad that I can't get one because I am completely too embarrassed to allow anyone to touch my feet. I'd have to tip in the hundreds. I mean, I did cut my toenails yesterday but the callouses on my heels are deep and cracked and, okay, permanently dyed black from the good old Lloyd dirt. I just checked to see if I am exaggerating.
No. I am not.
There will be no picture.
I remember talking to a woman once who said she soaked her feet in Oxyclean before she got a pedicure. I should go buy some Oxyclean. Next time I go to the store, I'm going to get some.

Onward. Here's a butterfly on a zinnia.

Now isn't that pretty? See the watermelon vine all up in there? That little red blossom in the lower right is the watermelon flower. Black swallowtail. Red zinnia.
I like to be precise about these things.
Hey! Does anyone know what this is?

I espied it when I ducked off the path into the woods to pee.

So I'm on disc 33 of the 38 discs of A Dance With Dragons.
It's taking me even longer than it should because sometimes, in a fruitless effort to glean a clue about what I'm listening to, I start a disc over.
Look. George RR Martin has created more characters in these books than I have neural pathways in my brain. I am not kidding you. There are entire families I have no idea about. But still, I listen. And I even enjoy. Fuck it. I don't need to follow everything. And eventually it always comes back to Tyrion Lannister and he's my favorite character so it's okay.

Well, half the day has passed and I haven't done one damn thing. My goal for today is to do some inside cleaning (that's of my house, not my personal body) and once again, try to create a supper which doesn't require me to go to town.

I can probably do that.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. GRR Martin does slightly get lost in a tangle of his own mind sometimes. In the long wait for the next book and with sooo maaaany deaaaths in the last, I'm not sure I still care.

    I care about watermelon flowers though - is it me, or do they look like tiny melons, green on the outside, red on the inside?

  2. Joyful, funny you. Just what I needed. Thank you, Mary.

  3. Do you also watch the TV series Game of Thrones? And thanks for that oxyclean tip!

  4. Is there a reason to get rid of the calluses? I have never in my life had a pedicure, nor have I gotten rid of my calluses, only because I can't figure out how I would walk outside barefoot without them.

    Tirion is the best.

  5. Haha. No cleaning for me but I'm also cooking with what's already in the house.

  6. I have no idea what that flower is. What a bizarre-looking thing.

    I'm in a similar situation with regard to feet, but Dave bought me a pedicure years ago and I went anyway. I mean, that's the service they provide, right? And they didn't recoil and I tipped them well. I'm sure they've seen worse than either you or me or both of us combined.

  7. Actually, that is a spicebush swallowtail. I don't know what the plant is. I am wading through a book on CD now and am totally bored. A legal courtroom kind of thing that is boring as hell. Definitely not a Grisham.


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