All is quiet in Lloyd this morning, my chickens in their coop. I hate them being cooped up. No pun there at all. And if you ever stop to think about all of the phrases we use which have as their origins, chickens and their lives, you'll be astounded.
Cock of the walk.
...like a chicken with his head cut off.
I don't have time to think of any more but those just came off the top of my head.
Mr. Moon and I leave for Asheville on Wednesday morning. I got an intuition the other day that Jessie and Vergil have decided to abandon Tallahassee completely and move back to Asheville for good. I asked Jessie if this was true and she reassured me that it's not. Just for the summers. But before I'd made that clear with her I told my husband what I was feeling.
"Oh Lord," he said. "I don't want to buy another house."
Meaning, of course, that we'd have to move up there for part of the year if they moved up there full time.
Asheville is cool, of course, and I don't just mean temperature-wise. It sure is a nice place to visit. Especially when there's this to look forward to.
Anyway, I better get moving. I have things to do and places to be.
Sometimes I simply cannot believe where my life has led. It just seems overwhelmingly astounding.
And sometimes it just seems overwhelming.
And sometimes it just seems astounding.
I tell you what. I'm mighty glad that it didn't lead me to a place where I attend things like this.
Oh Lord. I mean, I respect the holy vulva and all of that shit but I don't want to steam it.
Well, each to her own.