Saturday, September 17, 2016

Just More Stuff


So. I walked to the post office today and then I went out back and walked down the tracks a little bit and took this picture. That's the railroad track heading east.
I'm really glad I went to the PO in that the new issue of Florida Sportsman was there and god knows I need to read that.

It's been that sort of day.
Could not get motivated for anything. I cleaned the hen house because it had to be done and then opened up the young chicks' nursery coop so they could explore the big coop and one did fly out but then she just peep-cried to get back in and eventually she did.


I don't now about these babies. They seem to just want to stay in the protected, covered part of the little coop, huddled together. It's been three days now and from what I've observed about chickens, they should have pretty much forgotten their former lifetime and started adapting to this one. I go out and give them grapes and treats but they don't come out to get them until I leave. I know the woman who raised them and she is sweet so I don't know what the deal is. 
We will try again tomorrow. 
Dearie, Otis, and Violet seem to be hanging with the rest of the birds these days. So that's good. I got out in the garden this late afternoon because I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do something that made me sweat today and Butterscotch came in and helped me weed. That old gal can sure turn up some dirt! I pulled all the spent cream pea plants and am getting things ready for the fall garden. I need to take a shovel to the sweet potato patch and see if I've got anything there. I've never grown sweet potatoes before this year so I don't really have a clue. 
It was miserable as fuck, working in the garden so I feel better about myself now. Even though I sprayed myself liberally with the OFF! the mosquitoes were horrendous and even the ones that didn't make landing buzzed about my ears with their supersonic piercing screams which the headphones I was wearing didn't do a damn thing to block. 
Sort of a slow, self-induced path to insanity, I guess, being out there. If it wasn't the mosquitoes, it was the ants and then the gnats. And the heat. And the humidity. 
Florida. How I fucking love you. How satisfying you are to someone who has a deep need to suffer. I heard that someone in a nearby town ran over a python the other day which means that they've made their way all the way up the state and all I can do is shrug my shoulders and wonder if they eat mosquitoes. 

I did hear from my husband. He is good and he is happy. Yesterday he saw a herd of elk in the wild but he didn't shoot any. He just watched them. Now don't misinterpret this- he will shoot one if he feels like he can get a good shot. He loves to see the animals but he's a hunter, not just a wildlife observer. 
After thirty-two years I'm still bewildered when I think about the fact that I married a hunter but I did and as I've said before, I'd rather have my old man off in the woods than in bars picking up women and yes, I do realize these are not the only two options but when you throw in all the other stuff that came with Mr. Moon, I'll take him gladly and make him venison stew any day of the week he wants. 

Jessie posted this picture on Facebook today. 


Greta and August. I might go babysit for him tomorrow for a few hours. This would be the first time that he's ever been taken care of by anyone but his mama or his daddy for more than an hour. It's time and Jessie and Vergil deserve to go and have at least a lunch alone together. He's just so attached to his mommy and hell, I mothered my kids the same way so I can't say a word. But it would be nice to try and ease in on this slowly, let him get used to me on a more one-to-one basis, learn to trust me and feel comfortable with me. 
Plus, you know- Greta will be there to help. 

And since I'm stealing off of Facebook, here's Magnolia June in what Lily titled "the obligatory first spaghetti pictures". 



I think she liked it. 

Well, that's enough from me and my tiny world. I've thought a lot about Donald Trump today and how the man can apparently do or say anything without seeming to suffer at all in the polls and I'm at once terrified and completely dumbfounded and all my life I've been hearing people talking about "it's the end times" and fuck me if I'm not thinking it finally may be.

I'm going to go have a martini and listen to Garrison Keillor talk about the folks in Lake Wobegon and try to stop thinking about politics or end times or pythons or oil spills or the melting ice caps or even mosquitoes for the rest of the evening. 

We'll see how that goes. 

Love...Ms. Moon

20 comments:

  1. Have you ever tried to take a garlic pill because when I did, I did not get a single mosquito bite and the love me. I wanted to say that on your last post, the 4000 cockroaches started to give me a panic attack. Will you expand on that? Do yo feed them to the chickens. I wish I was you and not scared. How did I miss Maggie and spaghetti today? She's adorable??? Why do you need to suffer? I love you.

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  2. Trust me- garlic would not deter these mosquitoes at all. They want blood, they need blood, and unless you've used actual real chemicals, they'll go for yours. This is Florida, baby.
    Uh- the roaches? Well, they make their way into the bin and binge on the food. If any of them jump out when I open the lid, the chickens do eat them. They don't scare me but I wish they weren't there. Again. Florida.
    If you can't deal with it, you can't live here.
    Maggie is completely adorable, isn't she?
    Why do I need to suffer? It's complicated...
    And that's just who I am.

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    1. Please don't hate me that I probably can't live in Florida. I will meet you one day somewhere!

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    2. I could never hate you. You know that, sweet Jo.

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  3. Honey, I'm gonna go to the movies. Everything else is insanity.

    We're getting cool wet weather with wind whipping the trees. NW fall is sure different than yours. XXXX

    Beth

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    1. Is there anything good on at the movies?

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  4. easing August into being with Mer for a few hours will be wonderful for both of you and for Jessie and Virgil. Its time, I think. And Maggie........how can one not smile at nude spaghetti eating? Your new chicks will come around....just a timid lot. I'm with you on mosquitos. I cannot even walk out of the house without being bitten......... spray or no spray. Been that way since I was a wee one
    Hugs to you
    Susan M

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    1. I'm not a first target for mosquitoes. But these mosquitoes only care about one thing- blood. And I have it. And they want it.
      Isn't it a good thing that skin is washable?

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  5. Hubby and I went to a tribute concert to The Eagles last night. We were in a casino so stayed up way too late and got up way too early to head home (there was a hotel there, too). I've managed to get one load of laundry done and fit a two-hour nap in as well. I may be old, but I can still rock....and nap.

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    1. I'm impressed. I think I can only nap.

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  6. I hope things go well with August. It's a process, I guess. We were like that too. First time did not go so well... sigh.

    I'm happy to see Lily knows the secret of feeding babies spaghetti - nakedly :)

    Mosquitoes and pythons and stinging things, oh my. I dunno how you do it.

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    1. I guess we just do it. You know? Our only other choice is to move and our roots are pretty deep at this point.

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  7. I will not think about if this is the beginning of the end. I will think about Magnolia (the cherub!) eating spaghetti and August with his overseer, Greta.

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    1. Magnolia IS a cherub, isn't she? Such a sweet one. And Greta loves her boy. He feeds her all the food he does not want.

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  8. End times indeed. I refuse to give up hope, though, with my contrarian nature in full gear. That motherfucker is NOT going to win, but he's let so many beasts out the barn that I'm not sure how they're going to get back in.

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    1. Yeah. I keep wondering the same thing, Elizabeth. He's released the demons.

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  9. There was an explosion in NYC tonight. I can't help but feel this helps Trump. Florida. New York. Sometimes I think we're just generally effed. Didn't want to curse in your comments!

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    1. Honey, you can curse in my comments anytime and you know it. These are the times which call for cursing.

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  10. Pythons in Tallahassee? Wow! I didn't know they'd come that far north, but I guess it shouldn't be a surprise. I wonder if it was really a python. Maybe it was just a big fat snake.

    I love that picture of August and Greta. Hilarious!

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    1. Who knows? Could have been a big fat snake. I haven't heard any more about it.

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