Sunday, October 2, 2016

Blurry Reality. Typical For Sunday

My dreams were weird last night and this morning and so I've woken up to a knotted stomach, dream-driven anxiety. I hate that.
But. Time to work it out.
In the garden.

It's another beautiful day and I am thankful that Trump seems to be flailing and failing although I'm still scared shitless and I'm grateful that the sweet potato biscuits I made this morning were decent and I'm grateful that there are books to be downloaded from the library for free and I'm grateful I'm not religious and have the fear of GOD to worry about along with everything else I worry about (although wouldn't it be lovely to just be able to hand everything over to that god and have such faith that he would take care of everything, no problem, all will be well if not in this life, then surely the next?) and I'm grateful that the frighteningly powerful hurricane Matthew is not headed this way but I sure am worried about Haiti and Jamaica and Cuba.
As Mr. Moon and I agreed- if it were headed this way, we'd be scooting off to some place safer but what can you do when you live on a small island or an island where you have no transportation to escape the path of destruction?

Well.

Sunday.

I just watched little Miss Dearie fly OVER the wisteria arbor to land under the bird feeder.

I better get busy.

Love...Ms. Moon

10 comments:

  1. Sorry about the dreams, but thank goodness for the garden!

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    1. Yep. I feel certain that I may DIE in the garden, a trowel clutched in my hand.
      Not a bad way to go.

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  2. Global warming's going to hit the most vulnerable people who contributed to it least, first. It's horrible.

    I agree, the garden's the cure! Sunlight and dirt. Or earth, as we prefer to say.

    Hopefully someone's going to push Trump down some golden stairs quite soon. I can say that because I'm not a presidential candidate.

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    1. That is such a good point about the horrible weather affecting those least responsible for it. I've never thought about it that way but it's true.
      Earth, dirt, whatever.
      You're not the only one thinking that about Trump. I promise.

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  3. Good, sunny Sunday morning to you, Mary.

    He won't win, I promise you x

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  4. I will think of you today, out in your garden.

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    1. Did you see me, red as a beet with sweat running off of me? Because that's how it was.

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  5. I'm glad you have your garden to soothe you. It's wonderful to garden and I used to enjoy it but bugs kept me from really getting into it. Thinking of you today which I'm always afraid to say because I recall your comment about thoughts being worthless and money being the welcome thing. I wish I had that.

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    1. Hey! "Thinking of you" is a real and concrete thing and I always appreciate that, dear Joanne. Always.

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