I woke up in the crappiest, crankiest mood this morning. I was hatin' on the world, despite the blooms and blossoms, birdsong and blue sky. I got a text from Jessie asking if I wanted to go to Lake Hall with them and I told her I had to deal with my morning angst before I could make that decision.
I knew I wanted to go so I got the laundry going early, did the few things around here that needed doing and got dressed to go to town. I had to pick an outfit that would do for both lake-side relaxing and grocery shopping. I thought I was actually going to get away without having to go to the store this week but I did have a list and also, I had what I hoped were two prescriptions to pick up at Publix's pharmacy so...shopping might as well get done. I put on a blue linen dress and a white linen shirt that I bought at that rather disappointing trip to Goodwill, a pair of blue earrings and a blue necklace.
Pool boy, bring me a pina colada, por favor.
Lake Hall is part of the nearby Alfred B. Maclay Gardens State Park which is an absolutely beautiful place, especially right now as the last of the camellias as well as the azaleas are blooming. I mean- it's enchanted and enchanting. When was the last time I was there?
Who the hell knows?
It's like people who live two blocks from the beach and never go.
I used to take my kids to Lake Hall when Hank and May were little, especially the summer I was the World's Largest Living Land Mammal when I was pregnant with Lily. Lake Hall and Wakulla Springs were my go to. It's a wonder Lily wasn't born with webbed toes.
Anyway, Jessie had taken the boys a few weeks ago and no one had been there and the boys had a wonderful time, digging in the sand and even getting in the water. So I joined them today with my beach chair and I gave Levon his blanket. He is delighted with it. I demonstrated how he can look at the heavy machinery while lying under it, having the cozy flannel side next to his body. Thrilling! I hear that August loves his blanket, too and has been trying to show it even to people passing the house on their walks.
And that, of course, thrills me.
Sort of. Not sure my belly did though.
I ran through the store in record time and got my stuff, came home, put it away, got the clothes off the line, put all of that away, made the bed with the clean sheets (in case you were wondering if it's Friday or not), unloaded the dishwasher, gathered the eggs, and swept the kitchen floor.
I have a "friend" on FB who agrees with this philosophy (don't worry, I'm unfriending him) and I read through some of the comments on a post about Biden signing the relief bill that he had commented on.
Here's the thing that mystifies me- as pissed off and anxious and angry as I was about Trump being president is exactly how pissed off and anxious and angry these people are about Biden being president. They call him "Sleepy Joe," of course, tell him to go "back to the basement," say that he can't finish an entire sentence due to...dementia? and in general, just absolutely shred him.
And secondly, well- I'll just say it- why is being woke a bad thing? Why is the fact that people want to be more empathetic and aware of the issues of race and class and education and income something to be made fun of?