"I wish," I thought in my dream and continued to fumble and stumble over my devices, not even being able to find the phone number I wanted to call.
And being thus occupied with dreams, I managed to sleep until after 9:30 and only woke up then because the land line was ringing.
It was Jessie. She and Mr. Moon arranged a biking adventure and soon he was out the door and on his way to the bike trail leaving me to get things done which is a huge joke because time has slipped its gears and again, I did not get the bed made until after one.
I did finally finish my dress and it's in the washer to hopefully soften up and it's not much in the way of dresses but as I told Mr. Moon, it's something different to wear. And it DOES have pockets so there is that.
So it's just been another very slow and yet lightening-fast day of not much. Oh! I made some pesto with spent arugula.
I will admit that I do not like pesto made with arugula as much as I like it when it's made with basil but needs must, right? Also, I got it too salty and so with Sharpie I wrote on the lid, "No added salt needed."
Still, a jar of green goodness to go on pasta is a nice thing to have and the arugula is not going to waste as it bolts.
Chickens are all good. Baby chicks got clean everything today. They are growing as are the teens. We've had them one week.
I need to spend more time holding and taming them. I used to do this but the last few years I have not spent as much one-on-one time holding them, talking to them, giving them treats by hand. Hell, I can't even tell many of them apart, especially the babies. Maggie proclaimed that "the black one" of the bigger chicks should be named "Coo-cow" and I have no idea how to figure out which one she means.
I'm just impressed that I remember the name "Coo-cow." I doubt she does.
Mr. Moon and I compared notes this evening and we have both quit having heartburn and we both appear to be losing some weight despite things like this:
Another gorgeous loaf of sourdough.
We are neither snacking mindlessly (no time!) or eating in restaurants and although our meals have been very good (even last night's soup turned out well) they are also very healthy and are being made with definite thought and care.
We played some more cards this evening. It went as usual.
I have deemed this the Great Coronavirus Tournament and we shall keep playing until...well- who knows? Not me.
I don't know shit. Except for the fact that Mr. Moon is lucky in cards as I am lucky in love.
Here's a picture from the end of the bike ride.
Mr. Moon reports that a very good time was had by all and proper distance was strictly kept.
And that's the report from Lloyd today. We're about to go out and take a little garden tour and I will pick our salad. That luxury won't be lasting forever but if all goes well we shall have tomatoes and peas and beans soon enough. The bread is out of the oven. The kitchen smells heavenly. There is a bucket of chirping crickets which Mr. Moon bought for bait in the kitchen by the door and so not only does it smell good in there, it sounds like the background tract from a night scene in perhaps "The Yearling". We feed them oatmeal and give them paper towels soaked in water to keep them alive and it's pretty interesting.
I hope with all of my heart that all is well with you. That if you had a hard day, tomorrow will be better. That if you had a good day, the memory will tide you over until another one shows up. That you have enough of everything that you need.
Let's check in again tomorrow.
We’re all living a little more mindfully now. Closer to nature. Even in this big city. Definitely on the Bop and Mer farm.ReplyDelete
Definitely! I know I keep saying this but I'm going to keep saying this- I feel so lucky.Delete
Have I told you lately how much I love you for always showing up here? I love you for always showing up here. You are a spectacular human.ReplyDelete
Showing up is how I make it through my day.Delete
YOU are a spectacular human being. Thank you, Rebecca.
Yes, that showing up no matter what, I like that too.ReplyDelete
And I like pesto, made with just about any green.
Anything with olive oil and garlic and parmesan has to be pretty good. Right?Delete
Things are going well for you by the sounds of it. Will you do a reveal of the new dress? Sweet dreams.ReplyDelete
You are my bookmark. I stop at you every night, and look for you for a starting place the next day. It's just a good thing. Once or twice I couldn't find the mark the next night and thought Damn. She's up later than me.ReplyDelete
I like pesto, but not making pesto. Good for you. See you tomorrow.
Oh, Joanne. That makes me feel so good. Thank you. And yes- I'll be here.Delete
I love that, you are my bookmark. True for me too!ReplyDelete
That means so much to me. More than you can know.Delete
That makes me feel good to know that you had a good day. My days are a blur and at the end of each one I don't even know what I did. I was never like this before. Is this what isolation does to you?ReplyDelete
I'm hoping for many more good days for you!
I think it's not just the isolation but the knowledge at the back of everything that the reason for the isolation is such a horror. It takes up a lot of our energy.Delete
I hope good days for you, Bonnie!
We seem to have the same weird dreams (again). Just the other night I had the "trying to make a phone call" dream and not being able to dial the number. I'd be really curious to know what that means. I can usually figure out my weird dreams but not that one. Do you think it's not being able to get in touch with someone? And I'm glad you had a better day. The sun always follows the rain!ReplyDelete
Yes. I think it's being afraid of losing contact/communication with someone. And I've heard that the part of the brain that we use to read with is not available during dreams and I suppose we can't even read numbers. I know it's a fairly common dream situation.Delete
At this point, we could use some rain following the sun! Literally, of course.
I also sometimes have dreams in which I can't make a phone call on my mobile.....it just will not do it for various reasons.....can't get to the right screen for calling or whatever. Always wake up feeling stressed.ReplyDelete
As said above.......I love it that you are always here for me every morning . Good to read about life in a ( very)different place.....though we are all under the same restrictions, which I think brings us closer together.
Yes. We are definitely all in the same situation which is a fairly unique thing in some ways.Delete
Funny. No doubt we all share a lot in common even in normal times. Of course we do! But this makes it all so much more apparent how closely tied we all are.
I'm very sorry you had to see that disgusting, vile comment. I hope every good love vibration finds its way to you today Mary. You deserve nothing less.ReplyDelete
Oh, I have to delete those comments every day. I'm getting used to it.Delete
That comment has been on a few times. Yuck. I have the phone dream too. How strange so many people do. Fairly sure we have the virus. How to know NO TESTING Hubby is frontline staff and has had to fill in an Isolation Form. So another nurse off work. If the could test some could go back. Seethe Fume. I was already isolated as a vulnerable person. There are groups set up all over country to help. We have one for our street. We dont need shopping or anything at moment but nice to know there is help. People are putting teddies in windows for kids to do a teddies hunt when they can go out once a day for exercise we have Anthony a teddy we found in a skip in Liverpool 30 years ago He had burnt fur was filthy and his throat was cut@. Washed in washing machine burnt fur cut off Surgery on throat to stitch him up. He is in upstairs window with tartan bow tie and slippers. Doing his bit. Love to all and thank you Mary for your daily help Maggi xxxReplyDelete
Oh Maggi! I hope you don't have the virus. Please keep us updated.Delete
Give Anthony a pat for me. I am sure he is bringing some smiles.
I have dreamed about phones my whole life. As the phones changed, from rotary to touch tone to cell phone, the dreams have kept up with the times. For me the phone dreams are about not being able to communicate. I also have a lot of dreams about elevators for some reason, can get where I want to go. My dreams don't leave a lot to the imagination:)ReplyDelete
I want to see a photo of your dress. I sewed and cut all day yesterday. Finished off the binding on the wedding quilt and start a quilt for me and the big guy, finally. It's a really easy pattern so I don't think it will take long to make.
The anonymous comment about baby boomers is on a lot of blog. Either a nut bar or a bot. Speaking of nut bars, we watched the president's comments yesterday. What a wind bay. I don't think I've ever listened to him for more than a minute but the big guy had it on for a long time until I couldn't take it anymore. He is an idiot who loves to listen to himself talk. How people voted for him is beyond me.
Anyway, have a good day today. Enjoy the sunshine. We have a snow warning for 4-6 inches of snow:)
I have had these phone dreams since rotary phones too! And yes, not being able to communicate. I'm sure that's it. But I've NEVER had an elevator dream. That's a new one on me.Delete
Yeah, that comment is going around. Like a virus, you might say. Just stupid words easily deleted though.
Unlike the stupid words of the Orange shithead. I'm sorry you had to listen to him. I just won't.
Snow warning? Oh Lord.
Are you sure that that's pesto in the jar? It looks like some kind of natural "medication" to me - the kind that hippies used to put in joints. Under Florida'a laws, I guess it's purely for "medicinal use".ReplyDelete
Hey! Mr. Moon has his license! So no problems.Delete
But in this case, only the olive oil, greens, and garlic give what's in that jar its medicinal properties. I don't know that you could keep that stuff lit in a pipe if you had to.
Poor crickets! Do you grant any of them pardons, like the president does Thanksgiving turkeys? Your pesto looks yummy. I don't think I have ever dreamed about a phone. I'm not really much of a phone person.ReplyDelete
No. No pardons and we feed the dead ones to the chickens!Delete
So what DO you dream of, Mr. SteveReed?