Lord have mercy but I am tired and sore this evening! I actually did things today. It has been absolutely perfect weather in all regards- cool, drier, skies as pure blue as a Siamese kitten's eyes, the trees all washed clean, their fresh leaves practically shouting out their green, birds singing every kind of sweet song, the hummingbirds dipping and sipping at the feeder, the little house wrens bringing bits of buggy goodness to either each other or their babies. I don't want to disturb their happy home by checking in on them.
Even the old dishcloths and napkins on the line looked beautiful to me today.
I decided to take my walk on Whitehouse Road where I haven't walked in forever and so I did. It's as pretty as it always was, new growth on trees and in the ditches by way of ferns and wildflowers. On my way back to my car I heard a little bell ringing and turned around to see my husband on his bike, taking his own exercise. We laughed and chatted for a second and then he went back to his route and I continued on mine. It was sweet to see him.
I took the trash to the dump depot and went to the post office. I did more laundry. I fed and watered my chickens. This afternoon I came to the realization that something (I'm suspecting maple syrup) had gotten on the kitchen floor and so now it was not only dirty as could be but also sticky in a way that could not be simply wiped up with a rag and so I moved everything out of there and swept and mopped and then I swept some other rooms and all I can say about that is- if dust is truly shed human skin cells, my husband and I should have no skin on us at all.
Mr. Moon went to town to pick up some more plants from a nursery. That man- when he takes something on, there is no ass-edness about it. He also picked us up a few things at the grocery store. Important things. Chocolate milk. Beer. You know.
Right now he's back outside, sawing and drilling.
I just watched a hummingbird at the feeder for at least an entire minute. The chickens are in the backyard having their last good scratch of the day. They are so focused and industrious as they go about their work of hunting for bugs.
And now, in the midst of this idyllic story about an idyllic day of near/sheer perfection I am sad to say that I just discovered that one of the cats has shit in the shower of the little kitchen off the bathroom. This is horrible. In all of the years these cats have been living here neither of them has ever, ever pooped in the house. Or even peed as far as I know! And with cat pee, one generally knows.
I suppose I could say that the cat shit is a metaphor for the stinking pile of mess this world is in right now. It's fine and dandy to go on about how beautiful the weather is, how sweet my life is, how absolutely untouched and untainted by the global pandemic the world of nature that surrounds me is, but the fact remains that I smelled something that was not right which caused me to pull open the shower curtain and to see what is also a reality.
Well. I've cleaned it up and the sun is going down and it is still an incredibly gorgeous evening.
I am tired, I have aches and pains and I will sleep well tonight.
So far (knock wood, knock wood) this virus has not affected me personally in any sort of horrible way, just the very difficult and hard way of not being able to be with my family unless we keep distance. And yet, I know with all of my heart, the part of me that does not have her fingers stuck in her ears, there is great tragedy everywhere and I am merely one of the very most lucky ones.
As the man I saw dumping his trash while I was dumping mine said to me today, "Stay safe."
I put in another two hours on the fence clearing and then picked another bowl of dewberries and that was it for me for the day. well, I did take my garbage over to my sister's which I won't be able to do once she moves over this way.ReplyDelete
Uh-oh. You're losing your trash connection? That's harsh.Delete
That fence is going to be a thing of beauty when you're done.
Lovely post, Madame Moon. I love your narrative line. It's like reading really good American country lore.ReplyDelete
Well, this lore is all true. Thank you, Madame Boud!Delete
You show us how to live. With a heart for the world, with love, but not suffering that orange fool in any way. You know what’s what’s, what’s good, what matters. I love coming here. It reminds me the world is good.ReplyDelete
And you remind ME that the world is good. Always.Delete
OK, tomorrow I will get out the broom and sweep my floors. I also think I've figured out how to get the cat hair off the living room rug.ReplyDelete
As the old man said, Stay safe. And be happy.
We were hunting for the remote today and I realized that the Glen Den is another room that could certainly use a good sweeping.Delete
You stay safe and be happy too!
your towels on the line brings peace to my heart. The sunshine happened here, my floors and everything else covered in dust, so ,I did mop and glo the floors, and sort of dusted things a little bit but , you know, what if that dust is our ancestors? I would hate to disrupt their plans to form a new body. Lovely day today. Wish I had a cat.ReplyDelete
I think about that too- what if the dust is the remnants of all the people who have lived here? Do you think they ARE trying to make new bodies? That's a provocative thought.Delete
Maybe the guilty kitty is feeling the new stress inside the house. The virus squats in our houses invisible yes but huge and disruptive. I just got out of bed after a bad day. But now I have sugar peas in the ground. ❤️ReplyDelete
Sugar peas in the ground!!!Delete
I think the cat just could not get out one night. I'm pretty sure that's what happened.
I love this picture of your kitchen, it lets us see what it's like to actually walk into it.ReplyDelete
I really don't know what to say about the USA now. The emperor's clothes are well and truly seen for what they are, yet a swathe of the population seems to be begging for death, and still lauding this hideous administration. It's unfathomable.
Your garden is an oasis, cat shit or not.
It's unfathomable to me and I live here. I seriously had no idea how fucked up my country is until it elected DT. Well, sort of elected.Delete
I am so lucky for my garden. That is the truth.
As ever a very entertaining post, hope the cat poo inside the house is a one off. You are fortunate that your dumps are still open, over here in the UK they have closed ours to public access. So we have plenty of time on our hands to clear out cupboards, sheds, garages etc but nowhere to dump the rubbish.ReplyDelete
Keep on posting, I love to read your blog everyday.
Hello, Willy Wombat! Thank you for reading my blog every day and thank you for commenting!Delete
Our recycling is not happening now but we can dump our trash. I'm really glad about that.
Laundry hanging on a line is always a pleasant sight. Wonder what got into that cat? Hope there's not a feline health problem going on -- sometimes errant pooping or peeing is a sign.ReplyDelete
I know what you mean about being aware of the tragedy. It's hard when we're isolated and caught up in our own existences -- sort of by force -- to stay in touch with the wider world and all the sadness. And yet it's important.
It is important, isn't it?Delete
I think that one of the cats just couldn't get out to poop outside one night. We have fixed the problem which was preventing him/her.
Forget the pandemic because the main thing of note in this blogpost is that your husband's bicycle has got a bell on it. Wonderful! In my humble opinion all bicycles should have bells on them to warn walkers that a cyclist is approaching from behind. Bikes are pretty silent and many's the time I have been shocked out of my skin by passing cyclists. Bells should be the law and any cyclists breaking that law ought to be buried up to their necks in an ant heap. There! I have said it.ReplyDelete
Yes! Bikers can certainly startle the hell out of walkers.Delete
Mr. Moon's bike bell is very tinkly. Very pleasant. It came with the free bike.
Two words: litter box.ReplyDelete
Yes, that will encourage the cat to keep using the box instead of the outdoors, but that's better than the alternative, isn't it?
Cats never become genuinely "box-trained"-- they just naturally use the most suitable spot. A cat in the house who really, really doesn't want to venture outside (scared, sick, lazy, arthritic, perverse, whatever) will pick the most suitable spot inside. If there's no litter box, well, then....
Thanks but no thanks. Since this was the first and only time an accident occurred, I do not see the need for a litter box. I am pretty sure that one of the cats just could not get out of the house the other night. We had closed off a door that is usually left open. That problem is fixed.Delete
I just read on The Aging Female Baby Boomer's blog that there is an actual word for tRump that already exists, cockwomble. Apparently stupid windbags are not a new thing as there is already a word for it. Comforting in an unpleasant way.ReplyDelete
Glad you got out for a walk. I need to do that. It's warm here finally so I don't even have the excuse of cold anymore. Sigh.
Stay safe my friend.
He is a cockwomble. And a dickhead. And an asshat.Delete
Oh hell. Here I go again.
Walks really do help me. It's good just to change the scenery for a little bit if nothing else.
I have also come to enjoy hanging clothes on the line.I do it in the cool of the morning when the sky is usually a clear,dense blue- and there is something satisfying seeing everything neatly hung to dry- crisp and clean.ReplyDelete
I spent the day trying to sort my parents' old family photos- war time letters,old wedding invitations,old birth certificates,wills and diaries I do not want to read for fear of too much sadness. I guess they will all be tidied and labelled and then put away again- I cannot bring myself to throw anything out!
At least the cat chose the shower- easier to clean than a carpet!
Amen on the shower thing!Delete
I commend you on sorting out those old documents and photos and memories in general. I can understand why you don't want to read too much of it. Sometimes even looking at old pictures makes me too sad to bear.
I'm pretty sure that butterfly is a silvery crescent/pearl crescent.ReplyDelete