In case you're interested.
As per usual these days, pictures are not making their way from my phone to my laptop and I have a great picture which would explain all if only I could post it. I am going to give it some time and see if it and the others I have sent arrive before midnight.
Picture arrived! Here it is.
I suppose we're lucky to have internet at all.
I had a very laid-back day today. I have felt much better and am grateful. I did usual things like washing the bedding and hanging it on the line. I talked to Jessie and to August. The first thing he said to me was, "When are you coming to visit?"
Of course I teared up. I do so miss him and his brother.
But the upshot is that Mr. Moon and I have indeed planned our jaunt to North Carolina and we'll be heading up there at the end of July. We're going to stay in an AirBnB for a few days and then we'll move to Vergil's grandma's house where hopefully, other family members from Tallahassee will be joining us. The house is now owned by family as and is rented out usually, but there is a week where it's available and it's a beautiful house and I am looking forward to staying there. It feels good to get that plan made.
Jessie told me that the house where she and Vergil and the boys are staying has a tractor in the front yard and sent me this picture.
I think they're in heaven.
I went to Publix and shopped for a few things I needed. I came home and got the sheets off the line and made up the bed. I took an old feather pillow of Mr. Moon's and sewed it into a pillowcase because there was a hole in the pillow and the fabric was so rotten that it could not be patched. I think I've got the situation under control now and Mr. Moon will have his pillow back, beloved dust mites and all.
Lily reported that Owen was delivered safely to camp. She posted this picture on Facebook so it's available for me to post here.
He looks happy and at ease about it all. I wrote him a card and sent it today and hopefully he'll get it before he leaves next week. This being Lloyd, that may or may not happen. I'm so proud of my big boy.
Mr. Moon's birthday is tomorrow and I have started making a dessert that he loves. The recipe came from a cookbook that his former mother-in-law wrote and self-published and I only base my version loosely on it, to say the least.
The recipe calls for things like margarine, Cool Whip, and instant chocolate pudding. I of course whip my own cream, use butter, and make my own damn chocolate pudding. Although to be honest I will admit that I would not turn down a bowl of Jello chocolate pudding. Even instant. I sort of love that shit.
As I recall.
Here's what my pudding looks like though.
If this ever does happen, I doubt my husband will even notice but that won't be any business of mine at that point because I'll be dead.
One must be pragmatic about these things.
Here's the last picture.
Darla and her five children underneath the passion flower vine.
I can't even bring myself to discuss the heat wave in Europe and how the temperatures are soaring to record-breaking levels. I am so scared that we have completely fucked ourselves and I fear for my grandchildren with what can only be described as terror. And yet, here I am, running my air conditioning, planning a trip in a gas-powered vehicle (well, it's a Prius but it still uses gas), thinking that I can't possibly live without my made-in-China phone that probably sucked more resources in its making and transporting than a Chinese child ever will. Our president (okay, not yours or mine) is in Europe right now but I doubt he'll break a sweat as he won't be exposed to the heat for a minute. He's being all wink-wink-ha-ha with Putin.
"Oh, sweet P! Please do not meddle with our elections. Okay? Thank you. Here's a big old kiss on your ass and let me know if you need me to, oh, you know- get on my knees in front of you for anything. Wouldn't that be a pretty sight?"
I do believe I'm going to fry some green tomatoes this evening. Sure, the planet's on fire but until it actually explodes I suppose I'll just do like most of the rest of us and continue on with my incredibly privileged, sheltered, entitled life, going where I want, using what I want, eating what I want (at least I grew the tomatoes) and bitching about any inconsequential thing that might annoy me.
Anyway, happy Friday, y'all.
The baby chickens are looking good!ReplyDelete
I'm going to try the chocolate pie, thanks. I always enjoy your political comments!ReplyDelete
You reduced me to howls over the birthday recipe. There I was, wondering if you really used cool whip and instant choco pudding, and trying to hold those thoughts to the end in order to ask about them, and then there you were, whipping up cream and making chocolate pudding just like gramma taught me to do. My world is right again, down to not telling the new wif unless she's a true wife.ReplyDelete
Oh I do love reading your blog posts. They warm my heart. I love how you cook. I do it the same way. I guess after I cooked my millionth meal I can just toss this in, add a little salt as the crow flies, a pinch of this and a bit of that!!!!ReplyDelete
It is the way my family cooked and was passed down. My mama didn't know the word bake or broil. Everything was cooked in lard or Crisco... :) as I can recall. Probably the reason I have high blood pressure and cholesterol.
So happy to hear that your sweet grandson made it to camp and the little ones on the tractor is just too cute. You have beautiful grandchildren. It is always wonderful when we have them close to us.
Congratulations on getting your North Carolina trip planned. It sounds wonderful. Where in Florida are you? I meet my girlfriend every March in Kissimmee for 14 wonderful days. She has a condo there and her daughter tries to come for at least a week every year too.
She is just outside of Boston so after their winters she is super ready for the wonderful warmth of Florida.
The pie sounds like heaven. I love homemade pudding but like you, I have no problems with instant lol.
It is almost 3 in the morning and I can't rest but I really need to try. Have a wonderful Saturday. Beth
I bow down to your superiority - I wouldn't know how to make a pudding to save my soul if it wasn't instant. Whipping cream, yes.ReplyDelete
Oh your grandsons are so adorable! Hope Owen has a marvelous time at camp.
As for your description of the orange man - hilarious!
this president (not mine) annoys me so much, i have to come visit you to get back right with the world. yes, he's a suck up ass kissing putin acolyte, and an idiot to boot, and it helps to know i am not alone in that assessment. that cake you're making sounds yummy.ReplyDelete
glad to see life went on without me.ReplyDelete
That Internet situation is pretty amazing. Good old Lloyd. That reminds me of the town where I lived when I was growing up. We never got anything either -- like Cable TV. Nope!ReplyDelete
I LOVE the name of that pie! Who were Donna and Edie? Bravo to you for making everything from scratch. My grandmother made pudding from scratch but I don't think I've had anything but instant pudding ever since. (And you're right -- it's pretty good!)
Owen's looking happy, as are Darla's babies!