My husband was happy.
And I was too because it was good and because it was something different to cook.
I'm afraid I've grown so tired of my own cooking. The daily chore of trying to decide what to fix for supper has become burdensome. So it was nice to do something different.
Today is gray and feels heavy. But then, there are these.
And this little guy was resting on the inside of the kitchen door.
A katydid. I gently helped him outside. Maurice does love to play with a katydid but she is sitting on my chair on the back porch and is in a vile mood, attacking my arm whenever she gets the chance and yet, there she sits, sharing space with me.
I do not understand this cat but I don't think it is the human's job to understand the cat.
This is somewhat of a relief. I can simply love her in all of her moods and not have to waste one second worrying about the whys and wherefores of them.
I found a pretty brown egg in the hen house this morning. Second one in three days. Perhaps Dottie is laying. I do not know.
I sent a picture to Mr. Moon who replied, "Good. Now one of us can have breakfast."
These are the things I am pondering today- the origin of the egg, the cat's mood, whether I should take a walk or not. It would appear that the rain I woke up to has passed.
Beyond these things, I can't really focus.
Everyone is discussing the death of Mary Tyler Moore and talking about her roles in "The Dick Van Dyke Show" and of course, her own show in which she played such a plucky single woman and I loved her in those shows but whenever I think about the role she played in the movie "Flirting With Disaster" I have to laugh. She was a comedic genius.
And as I recall the movie ended with her giving, uh, oral pleasure to her husband and honestly, it's a great scene and it's a wonderful movie and if you've never seen it, today might be a good day to watch it.
A reminder that life can be so very confusing and so very funny and so very bittersweet and that we can be brave, each in our own way.
Good morning, y'all.