A daycare center which allows chickens on the porch.
One of the Chi-Cha's is pecking away at the cat food as we speak, her beak hitting the little blue bowl with a ringing crunch, crunch.
It's going to be a bit of a culture shock for my friend when he gets here. He's been at Seaside all weekend which is a "planned community" a bit west of here. It's where The Truman Show was filmed. It's...hard to explain.
Let's just say that Seaside is to Florida what pornography is to love.
Or something like that.
Anyway, I seriously doubt that any of the porches in Seaside have chicken shit on them.
Mr. Moon has gone to town to collect Vergil. They are hopefully going to finish up this roof project today. They have beautiful weather to work in and Lloyd is peaceful and easy this morning and I better get busy with a broom and a mop. I had to buy a new mop bucket yesterday at the Big Lots and Gibson tried to talk me into buying him a bucket too. He "needed" it to go fishing with his Boppy. We convinced him that Boppy already has a bucket.
Here's a picture Lily sent me last night. You can't believe the Voodoo I just had to employ to get it here.
She gave me permission to use it on the blog. She trusts me. She trusts YOU. She accompanied the picture with a text saying, "Hard to have date in night when this happens immediately after work."
Poor Jason. He had a headache.
I texted her back, "Daddy just vacuum sealed a bunch of sausage. Romance is in the air."
Well, all of this is life. Not a bright, shiny approximation of life but real life.
And you know what? Romance often happens under just such circumstances.
At least in my experience.