Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Tales From The City

 I did not take one picture today. Oh well. Life will go on. 

First- sad chicken news. One of the peeps is gone. The dark gray one. We think she escaped through a hole in the fence and fell prey to something like a hawk. 

So. Dammit.

Mr. Moon fixed the hole but those chickens can always find a way out. At the present time they appear to be scratching all the dirt out from underneath the wire. Since it's sunk into the ground they haven't yet freed themselves but that could happen any day. 
We also found a dead rat in the coop. I have a feeling that Darla killed it. At first we thought the rat ate the chick but then Mr. Moon saw two other chicks going through the fence which is why he knew there was a hole. This is what happens and we just have to accept it. No matter how hard we try, we cannot always keep them safe. 
This is not unlike how it is with our children. Sadly, though, you cannot just go pick up new human babies at the Tractor Supply and bring them home. 

So I went to town. We were out of milk and bananas. Emergency! I don't drink milk but Mr. Moon does occasionally and he uses it on his cereal. Somehow replacing the milk and bananas led to me spending about fifteen gozillion dollars. What in hell did I buy? I got Mr. Moon some new shorts at Costco. I had bought him a pair two weeks ago which he proclaimed to be the most comfortable shorts he'd ever worn. So last week I tried to buy him more but they were down to just a few pairs and none in his size. Today I checked just for the hell of it and they had restocked so he got two new pairs in different colors. If I get him a few T-shirts his entire wardrobe will be renewed. 
Practically. 
I went to Walmart which is probably why the inside of my right arm has a big red patch of itchy welts. Nothing was really horrible about it. It's just that Walmart is so...big. And weird. I saw a shirt that said, "Speak up, I can't hear you over the sound of my FREEDOM!" 
Do I need to say anymore?
Not really, but I will. 
What I was looking for, specifically, were canning jar lids and bands. And they had exactly none. They didn't have canning jars, canning kettles, pressure canners, or canning equipment. 
Nada. 
Okay. So I went to the sewing section to see if I could find some black bias tape. No. I could not. 
Then it occurred to me that perhaps I could find something for the boys to keep them occupied on their long journey to North Carolina in the car. 
Ooh boy. That was a mistake. 
That's when the welts started appearing. And I didn't get them anything. Toys these days are all about branding. I should have just gotten them some pads of paper and some markers or crayons but my brain fizzled out and I didn't. 

I went to Publix and got a bunch of stuff I probably don't need and now I'm home and of course, exhausted. 
And itchy. 
I picked some more green beans to cook with potatoes tonight. Which reminds me of the lady in Publix who motioned to the BOGO bags of tiny potatoes and said, "I want some but it's just me and they'll go bad!" 
"We grew potatoes this year and I'm drowning in them," I said. 
"I should do that," she said. Then she thought a minute and said, "Oh hell no. I'm not messing with that anymore."

I love how people just tell me things. I had a long conversation with a Costco employee. She's the lady who loved it when August was a little tiny boy and she'd ask him how he was doing and he'd say, "Pretty good." She's changed her hair and her glasses so I, with my inability to remember faces, had no idea who she was until she started talking to me. She told me all about her daughter who's been living with her who just had a baby. The daughter's husband is about to get home from Korea where he's been stationed and...well, there was an entire story. It has a good ending though. 

As all stories would if I had my way. 

Love...Ms. Moon

26 comments:

  1. I listened to our president speak today, and really, I felt like this chapter in our nation's history was going to have an happy ending. It feels so joyous just to listen to a man speaking in full sentences and not being a flaming butt head.

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    1. Amen, sister. And yet- I read these posts on FB that are pro-Trump and all I can feel is such bewilderment and horror that so many people have been brainwashed by him. His followers glorify him and make claims for him that are so obviously untrue. It's so bizarre. But I am loving Biden.

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  2. you and your shopping experiences are VERY entertaining to read about....though I'm glad it's you and not me! I did find your chatting up the checker fun...... I love those connections. Not close, but warm and very needed, especially in these odd times. So sorry to hear gray chick is gone..... I'm holding *some* hope you may find her/him hiding somewhere to reappear miraculously
    Susan M

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    1. I love these warm connections too. You can truly feel that there is indeed a connection and it's so lovely. It's human-to-human. Yes.
      I am pretty certain that little gray chick will not be seen again. It is sad.

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  3. If I needed a pressure cooker, I'd go to Ace Hardware. Do you have them in FL? They are all independently owned, and quite independent. I'd get jars and lids and rings there, too.

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    1. We do have ACE hardwares in Tallahassee and I do go to them occasionally. I should call them and also Tractor Supply to see if they have any lids. I'm not too worried about getting a pressure canner right now. Lily has one I can borrow.

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  4. I second Joanne's suggestion of a hardware store or else tractor supply for the canning stuff.

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  5. we all have our stories to tell and we all need to tell them to someone. That's probably why we blog too.

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  6. I've been food shopping again at Trader Joe's -- it feels weird and kind of good. We're all still masked here in LA until the 15th, but I think I'll continue to wear one when I'm out. At best, it hides my jowls.

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    1. I still wear one, mostly. I did take mine off at a thrift store. For whatever reason it was just bugging me. But I hear you on the jowls thing. And not having to worry about food between my teeth.

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  7. People must sense that you are a good listener so the tell you their stories. In the old days you might have been referred to as an "Earth Mother". Good idea for the brothers heading up to North Carolina. They could squabble and fight in the back of the car till mum or dad shout, "Stop that will you!" It's called The Brothers Game.

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    1. ERROR: "they" not "the" in the first line.

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    2. I think people may sense that I am not very judgemental. I love listening to people's stories. Maybe they sense that too.
      August and Levon are quite aware of how to play the Brothers Game. They also know all the rules to "Drive Your Parents Insane" game.

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  8. That was an exhausting travel into town for milk and bananas!
    So sorry your little chickie became a nugget for some hawk or whatever. Everyone must eat and I am sure that little chicken was delicious. Good hole spotting Mr. Moon, in your fancy shorts.

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    1. I know! And I did not forget the bananas or the milk so it was a major success in that regard.
      You're right about everything needing to eat and what could be more of a tender vittle than a tiny chick?

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  9. How does a chicken kill a rat? My schnauzer killed one in the garden a few weeks ago, by doing the normal dog thing and shaking it to death.....can't see a chicken doing that!! Pecked to death? Hope that the other little chicks manage to stay safe.

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    1. Pecking to death. Yes m'am. Those beaks can be lethal.

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  10. too bad about the little peep but everything has to eat, even hawks and we do admire their beauty. I needed to go to the grocery store yesterday for rolled oats for my breakfast today and I did not do it. oh well. yesterday was a funky day. I'll just have cereal.

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    1. We certainly do admire their beauty. I know. It's a conundrum.
      I hope you get your oatmeal soon. NO MORE FUNKY DAYS!

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  11. I cannot go to WalMart ever. I can't even order from them if they have something online that I really want and it is at a good price. No, I have a definite bias against that store and will never give them my business. I go without or pay more somewhere else if I have to.
    I went to the Jewel for groceries this morning and noticed quite a few without masks but I still wear mine as the workers are wearing them too. Jewel has canning stuff but that doesn't help you...

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    1. I should follow that rule too. I rarely go but I do sometimes and always feel guilty as the owners of the company are vile.

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  12. "The sound of my freedom"? What the heck does that even mean? Gunfire?

    I'm sorry to hear about the chick. I liked that little gray one, too. So it goes.

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  13. I don't wonder why people just tell you their stories. They see your good and wondrous heart.

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