Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Fever Dreams


And that's why I walk on White House Road when I can. The whole road does not look like that unfortunately, but enough of it does to make my heart rise up to the tops of those trees and beyond even in this sweltering heat.


There is beauty closer to the ground as well. I love the ditch ferns and the wildflowers, the tiny caves in the hard red clay banks that line the road where I am sure that many critters have their dens and where the roots of the trees that grow in that clay are exposed. 
I did three miles today which is not much but in this heat that's probably all I need to do. I'm pissed off because my Map My Walk app isn't functioning correctly. The milage is off. I've done that walk enough times to know my markers for my miles and it's telling me that I've walked a mile in thirteen minutes when I know it's only been, at the most, three quarters of a mile. I'm not a slow walker but I do not do thirteen-minute miles. Anyway, once again I survived.

When Mr. Moon cut up the pecan branch on Sunday I told him I'd clean up and clear the bed near the house where the branch had smashed a bunch of elephant ears. I decided to do that today and although the whole thing is probably about ten feet long and four feet wide it took me forever. Not because there was much to do but because this heat makes movement a sort of torture. I moved over to the camellia bed to pull up some GDF (god damn fucking) Beauty Bower and found myself not able to take one more step to kneel and pull one last sprout. It...was...just...too...much. Even as I left it in the dirt I knew I was being absurd. 
I did manage to wheel the garden cart to the burn pile and dump it and then I had to come in and cool off again before I could go back out and pick green beans and field peas. 
And that was IT. 
Oh, well, besides hanging laundry and then bringing it in.

Well, at least we're not in a complete drought but we got no rain today. I expect the hurricane lilies will be popping up soon with their preternaturally fast-growing stalks, their alien bloom. 

Turns out that the boys' bus ride situation was not restricted to their bus. Here's the headline from the Tallahassee Democrat this morning:


I texted the boys this afternoon to see how school was going which engendered this text conversation with Lily. 




And as Lily says, at least that means he likes it. 
I love how he says that I don't need to know. Haven't heard from Gibson yet but I hope he's feeling Gucci gang about it all too. He has a male teacher this year and I like that idea. Lily has signed him up for boys' hip-hop dance classes and also Maggie for ballet. Maggie had been begging to take ballet and now she will. It would make my heart so happy if both of them loved those classes. When I was a little girl I wanted nothing more in the world than to take ballet but there were no classes in Roseland or Sebastian and by the time we moved to Winter Haven there was way too much going on for anyone to have time to make that happen. 
Oh well. 
I doubt I'd trade the dirt roads and river docks, jungle and Tarzan dreams of my childhood for ballet classes. 

And that's about it. Mr. Moon is on his way home. I need to get dinner started. 
I'm sorry I have no deep thoughts to share but it's just too GDF hot to think much at all. 

Your intrepid Florida reporter.

Love...Ms. Moon

23 comments:

  1. I am usually loathe to challenge someone's grammar, but I believe it is god fucking damn.

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    1. Well, I am sure that you may have a point but I think of "god fucking damn" as more of an expletive. Something I'd say if I dropped a dozen eggs. Whereas, "god damn fucking" is more of a descriptive phrase.

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  2. We actually had my grandchildren even longer than I posted about it. My oldest granddaughter went into second of third grade here, and Hamilton kindergarten. So, the Hudson school district decided to privatize the school bus system, and the whole operation went over to a private bus system. OMG, it was a snafu from day one. Kids hours late or never picked up. I can't remember it getting better, and they only lasted a year. The next year all the sides of the buses said Hudson School District.

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    1. I do believe that someone has been fired over this situation. It absolutely will not do.

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  3. I truly wish I could share the cool weather we're having with you. It barely reached 72F here today. I fear our summer is over.

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    1. Like a dog seeking coolness in the dirt under the porch, I am panting at the thought of those sorts of temperatures.

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  4. We must be getting your rain here...I like that section of White House Road...Enjoy those trees while you can. I hope they last for the next generation but somehow, I fear not. Have a good night.

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    1. The next generation may be able to enjoy the trees on that road. As to the generation after that one- well. I have my doubts.

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  5. It so GDF hot here I want to scream! I definitely understand.

    What a beautiful walk you have....but 3 miles in August? I don't know how you can stand it.

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    1. I try to get out early enough so that it's still "only" in the upper eighties. But it's still a major event for me and takes me all day to recover.

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  6. three miles! You amaze me! It is not even hot here but I find walking across the deck too much. It is not GUCCI. I am not GUCCI. I guess

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  7. Ugh -- I can feel that heat just reading your words. I think you got a heck of a lot done, all things considered. I'd be proud.

    Owen is so funny -- "You don't need to know what it means." Ha! I've never heard that Gucci expression but if it surfaces where I work I'll know what they're talking about. Thanks for making me more hip!

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  8. Please take care when walking on White House Road. We don't want you getting flattened. And I still have no clear idea what "Gucci gang" means or why anybody would wish to use this term. I believe it is connected with an American rapper called Lil Pump and is somehow a celebration of consumerism. I can get by without it.

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    1. It is a pretty skinny road but you'd be surprised how little traffic is on it. More bikes than cars. It's a popular cycling route.
      I don't have a clue either as to why kids would want to use that expression but you know these things happen and there is no real explanation.

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  9. you're crazy. three miles? I don't care how shady that road is. it's so damn hot here I'm going to have to get the shade cloth out to put over the sun loving zinnias. getting to where I can't water stuff enough. and the weeds can just grow.

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    1. My garden has weeds that I long to pull but it would be risking death. Forget it.

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  10. It's all Gucci here lol. I haven't heard the term but with 3 of my grandkids in school this year I am sure too!

    I couldn't do 3 miles in a power chair. Just going out in the middle of the day to check on this or that is way too much for me. It was 108 degrees here the other day with 67% humidity. I thought that our a/c was going to keel right over trying to keep us semi cool, but the nights are awesome if I am up after 2 or 3 in the morning.

    Have a wonderful Wednesday... Beth

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    1. Sounds like it's even more brutal where you are than it is here. I wouldn't go out in that either.

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  11. One of my greatest joys is using slang with Jonah--it absolutely and completely mortifies him. Most definitely going to use "gucci gang" on him today. Parenting is the best.

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    1. My children are still embarrassed when I use the "hip slang." Haha! Too bad. Just think- you have your entire life to mortify that darling boy of yours.

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