It is raining and when Mr. Moon pointed this out to me, I gave out a heartfelt Thank you, Jesus! Despite my disbelief in magical supreme beings of all descriptions, sometimes a good thank-you-Jesus is just the best and most appropriate response. If you live in the deep south, anyway.
If I got a thousand things done yesterday, I feel like today I was just as busy and only got about two things done.
One of those days.
We usually have a big breakfast on Sundays that includes biscuits and potatoes with peppers and onions and all that good stuff but this morning a friend was scheduled to come over to work with Glen on the deck at ten a.m. so I decided that we didn't need to go through that whole routine. This is a friend of ours from the old, old days. In fact, he and his then-wife introduced us to Lon and Lis so there you go. He's a sweet, sweet man, smart and funny, too and I always love seeing him. That deck is coming along. I am quite pleased.
Next weekend this same friend is going to go out to Dog Island with Glen and they're going to start working on tearing out the shag carpet and replacing the flooring over there. This requires detailed lists of all the things they'll need because you can't stop and drive to Lowe's if you've forgotten something. It will also require a ferry boat to haul everything over there which must be scheduled in advance.
I have to tell you that since my husband has retired, he has been busting his ass. He just doesn't stop. I am rather in awe of him to tell you the truth.
So anyway, while the men were working on the deck I tried to deal with the garlic that Mr. Moon pulled up this morning. I braided the stems together to create bunches but the string I tried to hang them on wasn't strong enough and snapped which I should have realized it would do. I then just laid them out on newspapers on the porch with fans on them for now. I'll let them dry some before I try to hang them again. So that felt like a failure.
I washed a few clothes which I have not yet even taken out of the dryer. I made us some amazing BLT's for lunch with the most beautiful and delicious tomato I've eaten in a long time. Also, it was huge. One tomato easily made five smallish sandwiches. Then I decided to get to a chore I've been putting off which I thought would be so quick and so easy and hahaha on that.
Although it seems like we just moved bedrooms a few days ago, it's been awhile in reality and the furniture needed a good dusting and polishing. Or at least a generous swiping with the Pledge. Lemon scented, of course. So I began that and next thing I knew I was moving furniture around in order to get my vanity off the air conditioning vent which exposed a lot more dust on the floor and so sweeping was in order and also mirror cleaning. I moved on to Mr. Moon's bathroom which has an antique vanity in it which he fit out for the sink to go in and it has all sorts of curves that collect dust so I Pledged my love to all of that and cleaned the faux marble the counter is made of and the sink too. This made him so happy. I do not know why. It wasn't that bad.
And honestly, that's about all I've done today. No gardening, no going to town, no yard work, no marathon laundry on the line, no bread-making or pie-baking or any of that. So I guess it's been restful although it doesn't really seem like it.
The best news of the day is that Jessie and Vergil and the kids made it up to Black Mountain safely and happily. Hurray! I know they must be so relieved to finally be there after all the planning and preparation and stress that involves. Getting the RV up to where it lives for the summer is an accomplishment all its own. As Mr. Moon says about the roads up there- they're so skinny and curvy you can see your own tail lights when you're driving them. But my heart is happy, knowing they're there and I can just imagine the cousins all being wild with joy to see each other again as they pick up where they left off last summer in their friendships, games, and general delight. I'm sure it's a beautiful reunion for all concerned.
And here we are, another Sunday almost gone.
How quickly time passes these days. Because the kids came for pancakes on Friday, I felt that it was Sunday all day and yesterday every time I realized it was only Saturday, I was shocked. Today, a Sunday, feels like the eraser on a pencil- definitely a part of the whole but not really.
Time for me to go snap some beans. Has it really been a year since we ate fresh green beans? That I had the canning kettle out for days at a time, making dilly beans and salsa and pepper jam and chili sauce?
I guess it was.