Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Lloyd And So Forth

I am wondering tonight how the DT supporters are feeling about the way things are going. I suppose I could watch Fox news or go to one of the right-wing websites but I don't have the stomach for it.
Even on medication.
Speaking of which, I have no idea what I was expecting from a full fledged Ativan but I certainly did not reach any sort of Nirvana. I didn't reach anything except the end of the county line when I took my walk. Instead of heading right, I headed left and walked the sidewalk which the county so thoughtfully put in for us which is sorely underused but I'm still glad it's there. So instead of seeing woods and fields and the trash which people have dumped in the woods and fields, I saw yards and houses and dogs and said "good morning" to various people sitting on the their porches or in their yards. The No Man Lord Guy whose name I can never remember gave me his two arms straight up in the air greeting which is what he does and he seemed to be having a bit of a Wednesday morning party with a couple of guys in the yard under a tree. The smoker was smoking and when I returned, they were all tumbling out of the No May Lord Guy's trailer and seemed to be in fine spirits and we all said hello again.
This is not unusual behavior in Lloyd and quite frankly, very little which could possibly occur would be considered unusual in Lloyd unless it was someone building a mansion or putting in an office supply store or something like that.
I call the No Man Lord Guy that because for the longest time he had a sign nailed to a homemade cross which had the words "No Man Lord" on it but it hasn't been there for a long time. I did note today that he has used some spare lumber to spell out the words "I AM" leaning against his fence which is an interesting development. For all I know he is a Bodhisattva or Jesus Christ himself, come back to earth to live on a small piece of land in a trailer where he sells firewood and various other items, all used and seemingly donated like lawn mowers and tires.
Mr. Moon bought a plant stand from him for me some months ago, which you may remember. I think he's also taken him some things to sell when he has gone through fits of attempting to clean out his garage.
Whatever. This is Lloyd and I am grateful for the colorful inhabitants who come in all colors, shapes and sizes and at the end of the county line is the prefab home where the gay men live who have flown a rainbow flag in their yard for at least ten years and they may be the bravest people in town but I don't know that they've ever had any trouble at all.

So. That was about the high point of my day, not even having found any eggs. I did a little laundry, a little tidying, a little reading, watered the porch plants, helped Mr. Moon with a business letter, and took a small nap. I have to say that I did not waste much time worrying overmuch about anything but was in a state of fairly numb complacency which, although boring, was a huge fucking relief.

Tonight's menu is a venison meatloaf with baked potatoes and a salad from the garden. My grandmother and mother frequently made this meal although their meatloaves were strictly of the bovine origin and their salads were made of iceberg. Also, they both rubbed crisco into the skins of their potatoes before they put them in the oven and we always seemed to eat the skins after the potato insides had been scooped out and eaten with butter and salt, with their own pats of butter in them which, if you've never enjoyed baked crisco rubbed potato skins with butter smooshed into them, you've truly missed a treat.
No wonder I was such a fat little girl but then again, no one else in my family was fat and they ate the same things I did, including the butter-holding potato skins.

It still hasn't rained but has been windy today, on and off, the wind chimes tinkling little tunes, the leaves making more rusty-sounding songs. I have checked the radar and we may get the rat tail end of a front heading from west to NE and I would not mind that at all.

This is the news from Lloyd, Florida today and all of the remaining chickens are still alive and Jack has the pukes, probably because he eats like a pig here and then goes next door where he is known as "Hobo" and eats there too. I have never seen Maurice puke, ever, and still after all of these years, have never seen her at her toilette, either. She is a lady, albeit a bitch lady who still reaches out and snags me with her razor-like claw when I walk by her in the kitchen. And yet, I still love her.

Thanks for sharing my day. I mean it.

Love...Ms. Moon







17 comments:

  1. We had a sweet gentle rain here near the coast today. It made me a little sleepy, and I did doze a bit in my chair. As for lettuce, hubby thinks iceberg is the only kind, while I long for Bibb and most other dark leafy green. I'm glad you're feeling better today. Tomorrow is my annual mammogram, so of course I've self-diagnosed twenty seven kinds of cancer. Puff...Puff...Pass that Ativan! 😉

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    1. Oh, the cancers we can conjure! May all go well. It will be over soon.

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    2. Smashing is done! I'd like to suggest that when designing a waiting room, though tranquility is a good thing, one should re-think the idea to put a faux waterfall on the wall, complete with the whole gamut of sound effects. Twelve women in a room with one bathroom listening to water running....not funny!

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  2. your day sounds healing and divine, all in all. Love the descriptions and stories of the people you meet on your walks. Every town has them! And Ativan is a wonder drug in my opinion (I was able to actually board an airplane and fly, ONLY under its influence). Happy you gave yourself a *me* day...... and hope your anxiety lessens as the days go on
    Susan M

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    1. The day was a good one. Unfortunately, I've woken up to another day and it's one that is going to have quite a bit of activity and also anxiety involved. This is life. This is just life.

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  3. A pleasant day it was, enjoyable to share.
    But you've made me hungry now and I am sad that there were no pictures of the meatloaf, whether cooked or not.

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    1. The meatloaf was very, very good. I am grateful for good meatloaf.

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  4. That sounds like a walk worth taking.

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    1. They almost always end up with taking.

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  5. I had an Ativan last night. I'm having another one tonight. They relax me.
    Norbert is a pukey kind of cat. A puke on the carpet and never on the floor basatrdy kind of cat.

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    1. I would expect no less from Norbert.

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  6. There's a lot to be said for numb complacency! Besides, your version of numb complacency sounds neither numb nor complacent -- you're still noticing all the details of your world and sharing them so well. I feel like a part-time resident of Lloyd!

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    1. Well, you've seen it with your own eyes, Steve! And you know exactly what I speak of.

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  7. sounds like the Ativan did it's job. I've wondered what Trumpers are thinking as well. the thing is, now that they elected him, I don't think they are paying attention. hell. I don't think they care. and when their lived don't improve and in fact get worse, they still won't blame him.

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    1. I was thinking the same thing, Ellen- somehow they won't blame him.

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  8. That pleasant numb complacency is the ativan doing its job. I know from the one time i took it. I was so unbothered by everything. Hmmm. I'm glad you have this respite. I might need to look into it myself.

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  9. I did the potato skin butter thing too. Not the Crisco, though. And also got fat :)

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