That is Miss Camellia who finally gave up this afternoon after begging for more cat food and simply laid down at my feet and took a nap. That's how chickens nap by the way.
I absolutely know she only did this because she thought I might change my mind at any time and give her more food but still, when I looked down there and saw her, that glamorous, pin-up girl leg stretched out, I must admit I was charmed.
Ah! She loves me!
No. She loves Publix brand dry cat food.
So yes. I got up at 6:20 this morning after a rather dreadful night of sleep with crazy dreams and got myself dressed and drove to town in a fog so thick that at some points, I could barely see twenty feet in front of me. If that. My friend was ready and waiting to be picked up and we drove to the digestive disease clinic and we waited there for some time until my friend got called back and I just hung out and read some and I'd like to say here that lately I have actually noticed people reading real, honest to god books in public places. Like when eating alone in restaurants or in waiting rooms and today I must have seen at least six or seven people reading books and they came in all ages and ranges of human form.
Is this a thing?
I sure hope so.
But the best news is that my friend is fine and doesn't have to have another colonoscopy for five years which is very awesome. I drove her home and got her to her door and then I did indeed go to Waffle House where I ran into two women friends which is so funny because the last time I went to Waffle House (and I don't even remember how long ago that was) those two women were there too. I think they meet up to eat late breakfast at that particular Waffle House fairly often.
And let me interrupt this narrative again to say that why they don't have a cafe at the
So I was starving (hahahahahahahahahaha!) and ate about a ton of Waffle House food and it was so good in its own Waffle House greasy way. And it was lovely to sit and chat with my friends.
All of this led to me coming home and sleeping for I-don't-want-to-tell-you-how-long but I assure you that it was the sort of sleep where you're reading a little bit and then the book falls out of your hand and next thing you know, it's hours later.
Mr. Moon and I were talking about power naps the other day. He can literally sit in his chair and sleep for ten minutes and arise refreshed and renewed.
Ten minutes would just make me insanely angry and looking like the Hulk.
In fact, if I know that I only have a few minutes to nap, I can't even fall asleep whereas knowing that I have as long as I want to nap is the most luxurious and comforting thing I know.
Well, we all have different sleep needs and that's all there is to it and there is no right way or wrong way to do it, no time frame which is perfect for all.
When I did get up, I went out and picked most of the rest of the beets and sterilized jars and cooked beets and made pickling syrup and cooled and peeled and sliced beets and onions and it all added up to three and a half more pints.
But they are so beautiful.
And I have to tell you that although the freekah and garden medley that I made last night was vastly underwhelming, the arugula, goat cheese and pickled beet salad was one of the best things I ever ate in my life.
And I am going to use the left-over pickling juice that I heated the beets in before I put them in their little jars to make pickled hardboiled eggs. Have you ever done that? They are delicious! And the longer you let them sit, the farther the beet juice absorbs into them, making them the most beautiful pink color you ever saw. In fact, Lis does this for the yolks she uses to make deviled eggs with on Easter and how cool is that?
So that was my day and I have to admit that I am enjoying my alone time so very much. I do miss my husband but having my time entirely to myself is, again, a huge luxury although I do realize it's a luxury because I have the certainty that my husband will be coming home.
My kitchen is a disaster area with pickled beet juice everywhere, a cooling canning kettle on the stove, cutting boards and bowls needing to be washed and put away and it doesn't matter a bit because no one is expecting supper at any specific time.
And I know my husband is happy and having a wonderful time with his sister catching grouper.
Win, win, win, win.
Sometimes life works out beautifully. Not always by any means, but every now and then.