Thursday, October 22, 2020

Can You Believe?


Those are the trailer sides that Mr. Moon built yesterday. Aren't they beautiful? He's so handy. And precise. He follows his father's admonition that anything worth doing is worth doing right. He said that to me the other day and I, because I am a worthless and lazy person, said, "Well, that's not always entirely true."
I wonder what sort of advice my father would have given me if I'd grown up with him around. Probably something like, "Always take the beer at the bottom of the ice chest."
Which is not bad advice, really. 

He got up this morning and drove his new and improved trailer to Quincy, Florida, where he'd found a mushroom compost connection. He was so excited. And happy. And then, when he discovered how much mushroom compost he could get for sixty dollars, he was beyond thrilled. Check this out:


The truck AND the trailer, filled to the tops. He said that he drove the trailer over to Lily's, parked it by the garden, unhooked it and said, "There you go." 
I hope Lily feels like shoveling. I used to like to shovel stuff. Not so much anymore. Mr. Moon is shoveling the compost onto our garden from the truck bed. I went out to pick some micro-greens and I have to say that that's some mighty pretty mushroom compost. 


And a fine looking man, as well. 

So I went to town today. Had to pick up my new hormones and also a prescription at Publix so I did some Costco and Publix shopping too. I didn't really need that much but I picked up a few things for our trip. I talked to Jessie and we decided to go ahead and get little bottles of things to take like vinegar and oil and just make all of this as easy as possible. My children are so smart. I was going to get little bags of flour and cornmeal but I forgot about that. Oh well. I'm sure they sell those on St. George Island. I got cherry tomatoes to take and onions and little potatoes. Also a huge amount of butter lettuce because I love butter lettuce and Costco only sells it by the cartload. 

I procrastinated so long this morning before leaving the house that by the time I got home and got everything unloaded and put away, it was almost four o'clock. This means that I have a great excuse for not doing a damn thing today that actually needed doing. Okay, I cleaned out the hen house and watered porch plants. 
We need rain. It'll probably wait until I go to the beach and then it'll rain daily, all day long. Which will be fine. We'll still have fun. We can sit on the little porch and watch the rain on the ocean. I remember one time I took Hank and May to the beach for Easter break and the place we rented was simply foul. Smelled horribly of rat shit and it was not exactly clean and besides that, it was windy and cold and it did indeed rain every day. I don't remember having very much fun and I seriously doubt the children did either. I'd even saved a new book to read- an Isabel Allende novel- and it turned out to be sadly disappointing. 
Well, every day at the beach isn't exactly a day at the beach if you know what I mean. 
And honestly, the forecast does not call for much rain next week although it's going to be a little cooler. Which will be fine. Good for walks. I hope we get to see dolphins. No matter how many times I've seen them, every time I do is a magical and mystical experience for me. 

Are you going to watch any of the debate tonight? I might watch a few minutes to see how The Orange Blob handles his mic being muted. Can you believe that we live in a country where they have to mute the  president because he can't follow the rules of common courtesy at a debate? It's all so insane. Every fucking day of his "rule" has included at least one incident or report of an incident that staggers the mind. There is no bottom to his ability to descend to the limits of uncivilized behavior. You could write an entire book entitled, "Can You Believe?" listing one outrageous and formerly not-to-be-believed action or quote after another. It would go on for hundreds of pages. 
And the saddest thing is that we've become, if not completely inured of the crap he does and says, the lies he tells, the actions he takes, somewhat deadened in the heart to the belief that no president would ever act this way. 
"Oh yeah. They're going to mute his mic for two minutes when it's Biden's turn to talk. Makes sense."
He's just going to scream anyway. He'll spit his vile hatred, lies, and contagion even louder and harder. He'll scream about mythical Hunter Biden hard drives and China. He'll swear he's the been the best friend Black Americans ever had. He'll insist that his health plan is amazing, the best, the most cheapest and wonderfullest and beautifullest and he'll get around to presenting it when...hell freezes over? He releases his tax returns? He tells us about his bank account in CHINA?
Have you noticed that when he "dances" he looks like a marionette being jerked about by a particularly inept and ungraceful puppet master?  
Fitting. 
He truly is the absolute epitome of a rich, horrible white man whose daddy didn't love him. Or his mama either. 

And on that cheerful note, I'm going to go make supper!

See you tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon


28 comments:

  1. The wrap up rant you wrote here about Dump was a thing of beauty. And I read his niece's book, and you're right....neither of his parents ever loved him. Which would be sad if he wasn't such a vile POS.

    Your man really is a marvel! Lucky woman.

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  2. I am such a lucky woman. I think about how miserable and sad Melania Trump's life is and I can't believe how much more fortunate I am even if I don't get to shit in a golden toilet.

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  3. Yes, your wrap up WAS excellent. Who knows whether hubby will watch debate (thus myself at risk of watching too) or not. I chuckled at your choices of things to take for your beach week..... good choices! Some things, we just cannot do without. My chores are done and bag is packed for tomorrows 6am departure on train to Ojai......... my own time away..not at the beach, but in the beautiful Sespe mountains for 4 days...... have fun at the beach and Happy Anniversary to you and Mr Moon!
    Much love
    Susan M

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    1. PS. that is a beautiful load of mushroom compost. I am envious and your garden will love it!
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    2. Oh! You are going to have such a good time! Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

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  4. That mushroom compost is as beautiful as the trailer it came home in.

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  5. It is on in another fifteen minutes, I will leave the room quickly. Just not entertaining anymore, ( as though it ever was). I am excited for the beach, hope you can blog from there, hope they have electricity. Well, I reckon you both married well...you both got the deal of the century!

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    1. Supposedly they have wifi. They fucking better for what we're paying.
      We're a pretty good couple, I'd say even though the things we have in common are fairly limited. We manage. We make each other laugh. We love each other.

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  6. I have no TV service, but I'll catch a few minutes video on Twitter, that'll be plenty.

    And GK Chesterton said anything that's worth doing is worth doing badly. Meaning you can do a thing even if you're not very good at it. And get a load of pleasure out of it.

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    1. See- there you go! I love the Chesterton quote!

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  7. Lovely job on the trailer- and the wood looks nice too!Wonderful black compost! My husband has spent hours sieving our lovely home-made compost and then is using it to build up places in the garden where he feels the level is too low! I think the plants would have benefited much more from it- so it goes!

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    1. It's hard to convince men sometimes that really, there may possibly be a better way...
      Probably true for women, too.

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  8. I notice that Senor Moon had earphones in while he was shovelling mushroom compost. I wonder what he was listening to...probably "Walking on the Moon", "Fly Me to The Moon" and "Harvest Moon". By the way, when your husband stands up does he sometimes sing the old Creedence Clearwater Revival number: "Bad Moon Rising"?

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    1. Haha! Bad Moon Rising indeed.
      He was probably listening to either a book or a podcast.

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  9. That is a wonderful trailer and a whole lotta compost. I'd be pretty happy with that much compost for sixty bucks too.

    As for tRump, hopefully he will be gone soon and he did promise us that if he lost we wouldn't seem him again. One can hope. As for Melania, she made a deal with the devil and I would guess she regrets it now. I imagine custody of her son and money all factor into her staying.

    Have a wonderful time at the beach. I am truly envious, sigh, but still want you to enjoy:)

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    1. One can definitely hope. I think you're probably right about custody and money. I wonder if she signed a pre-nup. I feel certain she did.
      I'll try to enjoy the beach enough for both of us. Okay? Yeah. I know. That doesn't work.

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  10. back when Frank of the Bountiful Garden was still alive and still tending his garden, that's what he used, mushroom compost.

    I just commented on 37 Paddington that I might have compassion for the little boy whose parents despised him if he wasn't so evil. but you know, people are born who they are. parenting can have some influence but cannot change the core and apparently his parents despised him because he is and always has been despicable.

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    1. I think you're probably right- he was most likely unlovable from the get-go. But I doubt his parents were that easy to get along with either. They both looked like criminals to me.
      Your rose is blooming again! It brings me so much pleasure.

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  11. Excellent rant! Changing the subgect entirely my sweet bestest barred rock baby girls have started laying and I'm having the first three mini eggs over easy on top of my sauted vegies for lunch. We are blessed indeed.

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    1. Aren't we blessed with our chicken loves? The barred rocks are so much fun. They just seem so smart and like you said- curious. I am really enjoying them.

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  12. I did not watch the debates because I cannot watch the current president! I did watch Pres. Obama's speech from Pennsylvania the other day and just laughed when he kept saying, "Who does that, right?" when he was describing some of the current president's craziness. (I don't like to type the name of the current prez!)

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    1. WHO DOES THAT?
      Exactly.
      I'm so glad that President Obama has finally stepped up to the podium again.

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  13. I reckon Mr. Moon could have used a hand from Levon and August shovelling that compost don't you! And yep, you summed up the Trump presidency pretty succinctly in that last paragraph!

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  14. Holy cow -- that's a lot of compost! It IS really nice looking compost, too. As for Trump, well, most of what he says is ALSO compost. (Or just outright manure.)

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    1. Yeah, not compost. That would imply that it is somehow nourishing.

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  15. Mushroom compost. Who knew? I’m such a city dweller. It looks so rich and dark and nourishing, yes. If you have Hulu, you should watch Totally Under Control, a documentary about how Trump and company bungled the pandemic response. We knew it when it was happening but watching it all put together is simply mind blowing. Criminal, evil. It’s the film they’ll show in years to come to illustrate the depths of his depravity. I’m glad someone captured the history.

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  16. What a bounty of Compost! Resourcefulness always impresses me. As for The Death Cult Dictator, you pretty much said it all, he shovels the most shit and alas, too many are still buying it.

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