Well, Blogger does not seem to want me to post pictures this evening so there will be no images, graven or otherwise here. Unless things change by the time I hit publish at which point this paragraph will be useless.
The picture (only one) I was going to post was another photo of pink camellias in the pink basket vase. If the freezes we had did anything to affect the camellias' blooming, it would seem that it has encouraged them. My bushes are full again and they have been a vibrant blaze against the gray sky we've had all day. The Japanese Magnolia is also blooming but you won't see a picture of that here today either.
Last night, before I went to bed I told my husband, "I hope it rains tomorrow because I really want an excuse not to walk." He laughed. The forecast was for rain and indeed it has rained on and off all day. It's heavy drizzling now, the whole back yard sounding like a trickling fountain while the dripping on the air conditioning/heating unit is a snappy percussion accompaniment.
The three walks I did take this week have made me feel more than my age. I know that exercise is supposed to make you feel better but in my case, it never really has. Not physically, at least. Emotionally, yes, because I feel less guilty in general if I have exercised but even when I took yoga three times a week and was quite flexible and bendy, my joints and muscles still hurt all the time. More, not less than when I don't exercise. This does not exactly inspire me to movement but I know I must do it and that is that. And actually, while I AM walking, nothing really hurts. It's just the afterwards part. This morning I told Mr. Moon that I felt like someone had been punching me all night. "Was it you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "I couldn't sleep and I had nothing better to do."
We laughed. We make each other laugh a lot with our silliness and I don't know what I'd do if we didn't.
So I've just been pretty lazy today, doing a little of this and a little of that. I have no idea what in hell I've done, really, but of course I've washed the sheets and put them back on the bed. Not line-dried today, of course, but clean and crisp-ish again.
Okay. Here's a story about Maurice. Two nights ago I came across her on the kitchen island when I was about to go to bed. I took my life in my hands and bent down and kissed her forehead and gave her a little scratch behind the ears. Then I whispered to her, "Why don't you come sleep with us tonight?" She hasn't slept with us in forever. Not once since we moved into the other bedroom and not for a long time before that.
But that night, after I actually invited her, she did indeed creep into our room and jump on the bed and slept beside my legs all night long except for when she moved up to the pillow beside my head.
I really do think that cats understand human language but of course they do not want us to know. Dogs understand words, certain words at least, and we all believe that because they respond. Cats however, do not generally respond to our commands or calling because their grasp of the language is much more profound and if they respond too often we will know their secret which is NOT ALLOWED. But sometimes, if we are very sweet in our words to them, they will deign to do what we suggest.
Okay. That's my theory.
I posted on the Sebastian History Facebook group last night with pictures of Aunt Dot along with the link to a blog post I wrote about her and have gotten a lot of "likes" and "loves" and comments. One from her niece! She said that Dotty had five sisters, one still alive. I had no idea. And if I ever did, I do not remember. This is still just so amazing to me.
There is more I could write about tonight but it is, as you know, martini night. Today I have gone encountered yet another part of my history, my memories, although a far more recent one than those of Roseland. It is raining like crazy again. It's been a very good day.
I started it out by watching a video of the Rolling Stones playing "Jumping Jack Flash" in 1978 and I have to tell you that it improved my mood tremendously.
So no pictures of camellias, pink as a baby's blush, but a video of The Rolling Stones being the nasty boys they were which may cause you to blush.
Or probably not.