Sunday, November 20, 2022

He Is Home! But In Other News...


 Here you have a blooming leopard plant. Also called "tractor seat plant." The leaves do indeed look like tractor seats and are attractive leaves which is why I bought the plant. But unbeknownst to me, it sends up a stalk which gives those blooms. 
A nice little surprise. 

So yes! Mr. Moon got in around 1:30 this morning and kissed me and I was so, so, SO glad to have him home. Jack was sleeping with me and was shocked to suddenly see the man back in the bed. He sort of went a little crazy asking me to pet him. 
Jack, not Mr. Moon.
We all settled down and went to sleep and when I woke up this morning to hear him snoring I was happy. 

It turns out though, that he has suffered with something going on with one of his legs the entire time he was gone. I swear he did not mention this to me although he swears he did. 
I know that before he left he had some minor swelling and discomfort in that calf and went and got a scan to see if it was a blood clot which they said it was not. There's a whole lot more to the story involving a fall he took on his first Canada trip but the bottom line is- now his knee hurts and his leg, foot, and ankle are swollen. 
He's going to the doctor at 9:00 tomorrow morning. Of course his doctor is out of town (probably hunting in Canada) and he'll see the NP and I can't imagine what she's going to do except to send him to a specialist of some sort. 
So of course that all has me worried. 

After we got up and before I made breakfast, I went out to the chicken coop to let Lucky and Grace out but DAMMIT ALL TO HELL, I found Lucky (in hindsight- what a grave misnomer) smashed up against the wiring of the coop missing his head. Please don't ask me how this happens but I know it does. It has happened before and it had to have been a raccoon or possum. They/it, did not get into the coop which is hardly reassuring, is it? They can murder from the outside. 
I cried. 
"That's it," I told my husband. "I'm done." 
And now Grace won't go into the hen house, of course, because the trauma must have been tremendous and it's getting dark and we don't know where she is.  
Not to be a downer but her future does not look bright. 
Oh, god. 

I started embroidering around the letters for the name blanket but have decided that I need to put another layer of flannel under that orange material which is a fabric not found in nature and it doesn't want to lie flat or behave in any civilized fashion. So that was about an hour and a half of wasted work because I had to take out the embroidery I'd done. 

Oh! And I forgot to add that when I made our breakfast, I burned the bacon at which point I developed an eye twitch. 

So I guess what I'm saying is that it's not all unicorns and rainbows around here at Chez Luna but the important thing is that Mr. Moon is home and relatively safe and sound and the sweetness of that is at the one hundred percent level.

Talk about sweetness, Jessie has taken on two pups as fosters. 


She group texted this morning that perhaps Boppy should adopt one to which I replied, "Over my dead body."

Here's Levon with one although you can hardly see the dog. 


I think Levon should adopt that dog. He obviously loves it. He names all of their fosters, whether pups or kittens, "Honey." August named "his" dog, the brown one, "Brownie" but then changed it to "Hot Fudge" which made me belly laugh when I read it. 
Also, August drew this cartoon. 


In case you can't read the dialogue bubble, it says, "I'm odd. I mean even."
Count the squares. 

I think this is a quite sophisticated joke for a seven-year old. Especially for one whom I thought was completely in the fart-joke stage of humor. 

And there you have it- a Sunday in Lloyd wherein the man has returned and the wife is glad and there is grief for a beautiful rooster who stood by his hen while she laid eggs. 

Thanksgiving is in four days and we are all frantically texting each other about what to make and bring and that is how we do it and somehow, it will be a beautiful celebration and the children will fill up on cheese and crackers and then eat a roll and a piece of pie, glorying in the delight of playing with cousins and getting away with eating vast amounts of carbs, dairy, and sugar before they rush off to play some more. 

Love to you all...Ms. Moon



37 comments:

  1. So sorry about poor Lucky. That's just so sad. And let's hope M. Lune is well soon. By your Thanksgiving celebration my table will be back to a jigsaw puzzle, butterflies this time.

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    1. And I just took down my sewing machine to make room for Thursday's feast! Also, I needed to get all evidence of Maggie's quilt hidden because she's coming over tomorrow.

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  2. So glad Mr Moon is home but his leg would concern me also, with the swelling......many scenario's going through your head, I imagine. Sigh. I sense some anxiety ramping up. And Lucky.....oh Ms Moon, what a tragic and brutal way to start your day. I am so very sorry. Life just throws us very nasty turns at times. My heart is heavy for you. I think I'd be *done* with chickens too, after all you have been through.
    Susan M

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    1. Thank you, Susan, for all those sweet words. I appreciate them.
      And you know me well- the anxiety is ramping up a bit. But it wouldn't be me if I didn't do this.

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  3. Dammit Mary! I guess chicken life is over for you for a while.
    August is genius! very funny and smart.
    I hope that you have a good doctor for the Mister leg- sounds weird and painful-
    And worrying!
    I remember "cousin " thanksgiving- best memories ever! Playing under the stairs, chasing and hiding - shrieking and screaming until some one got hurt for real!

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    1. Your description of your cousin Thanksgivings sounds exactly like what happens here. Fifty different things all going on at once, and all of them accompanied by the shrieking and laughing.
      I wish Mr. Moon could see his actual doctor. He's going to get an MRI. NEXT MONTH!

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  4. Oh, damnit, poor Lucky and Grace. He was so beautiful.

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    1. He was so very pretty and glossy, like his dad.

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  5. Damn damn damn. Why is nature so bloody cruel?
    It is good that Mr Moon was home so you didn't have to bear the loss on your own. I think Boppy needs a puppy called Hot Fudge. You will get used to it.

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    1. No. No dogs. Ever, ever, ever. When we moved to this house we had four dogs. Finally, they all died. Of course my dogs live longer than anyone else's dogs. That is a true fact. Dogs are too much work and I know who would be doing it. It would not be Mr. Moon, either.

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  6. Well, needless to say ... so glad Glen is home. Is his leg the one that got the spider bite before he left for Canada the first time. A brown recluse spider is not a varment you want to mess with! It's a good thing he is seeing the PA tomorrow and, hopefully, that person can provide a decent treatment!
    Oh, poor Lucky ... I hate to admit it, but I think you probably should give up having chickens and fresh eggs!
    Damn it to hell is so appropriate! Hugs!

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    1. Yes, it is the same leg and that thought has occurred to us as well, although the swelling seems to come from the knee down. Who knows? Not the NP. He's not on a treatment yet.
      Poor Lucky is right. I just feel such grief for him. He was a valiant rooster.

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  7. I am so glad Mr. M is seeing the NP tomorrow. That brown recluse sprang at once to mind. So, you all have a happy Thanksgiving and get over the chickens and the swollen leg.

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    1. Thanks, Joanne. His leg actually started looking better last night. But no guess by the NP as to the problem.
      We will have a happy Thanksgiving, I think. I hope you do too.

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  8. The Lucky story made me so sad. Yes, maybe it's time to close the door
    on chickens. History repeats itself, as they say. If you can avoid certain
    'history', by all means do. I hope Mr. Moon gets an accurate diagnosis and has a speedy recovery.
    Those puppies are so cute. After raising a 12-week-old Rottweiler who grew up to be 125 lbs. of all massive muscle, I can't fathom puppies anymore. He turned out to be the dearest, sweetest dog on earth. Truly. When he passed, I got a rescue cat that's been a joy. It's cat's from now on.
    I know you'll have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family. Something special to look forward to. Keep us posted on Mr. Moon.
    Paranormal John

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    1. Oh my god. I can't fathom a 125 pound dog! Better you than me but I am glad he was a good and sweet dog. Cats are all I can handle these days. I cherish their independent natures.
      Thanks for the Thanksgiving wishes and same to you!

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  9. I'm so sorry about Lucky. We had a fish called Lucky who met a similar fate. All we found of him was his head, the cat got him.

    I'm glad that Mr. Moon is seeing the NP in the morning. She can order bloodwork and another ultrasound, check for infection. Men! He fell on his first trip and still went on another, even though he was in pain.

    Those pups are so sweet. I had a dream that we had a dog called Boris and then a dog called Borris came up on my newsfeed, from the same rescue organization that we got Heidi from. Lucy is doing poorly right now but I don't want three dogs.

    Sending hugs and love.

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    1. Well- let this be a lesson. We should not name pets "Lucky." Tempting fate, I guess.
      NOTHING was going to stop Glen from going back up to Canada. No way. I am rather upset with him that he didn't go to a doctor in Edmonton. I keep thinking, "I know a nurse in Edmonton!"
      I have had three dogs before. It's...a lot of dogs.
      Sending hugs and love to YOU!

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  10. There isn't much in this world that is sweeter than a boy with a puppy. And waking up next to the one you love most. I'm so sorry to hear about Lucky though, I have tears prickling in my eyes. I hope Grace comes home.

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    1. Gracie has been around all day. I am feeding her extra sweet treats because I feel these are her last days.
      You are correct about those two sweet things. Boys and puppies and sleeping with someone you love.

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  11. Oh I'm so sorry about Lucky. I know it's nature and all but bloody bastards, all the same! And I'm glad Mr. Moon got back safely - now to get his leg sorted!

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    1. Bloody bastards indeed. Sigh.
      We'll get this leg figured out, I'm sure.

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  12. Very sorry about your lovely rooster and I hope you get some good news about that leg!

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  13. Glad Mr. Moon got home and hope he gets his leg fixed soon.
    Sorry about Lucky. You enjoyed your chickens for many years.
    As soon as you said, "over my dead body" - I got the feeling you will end up with a puppy at your home. :)
    Let's get busy and enjoy Thanksgiving!

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    1. Oh no. No, no, no, NO! No dogs for me. I am quite certain of that fact. I have not the tiniest molecule of a sliver of a desire for a dog. Not one.
      I have indeed loved and enjoyed my chickens for a very long time.

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  14. Well, fuck. I had thought maybe whatever had been killing the chickens had moved on.

    Did they relinquish the kitten? That was Jessie who fostered the kitten, right? And at least Mr. Moon will go to the doctor, doesn't need to be persuaded or coerced. Mine would not, does not, never goes. Wasn't he having trouble with pain in his leg/s a few years ago? Seems I remember a visit the Mayo clinic.

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    1. And I have a leopard plant too with it's bloom stalk full of buds that haven't opened yet because, I assume, of all the cold and rain and overcast.

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    2. Yeah. Jessie has fostered three kittens now and four pups. She loves babies! Their travels to North Carolina make having pets problematic.
      Glen's trip to Mayo was to try to get a diagnosis for his neuromuscular problem. Which they could not figure out. This is unrelated.

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  15. That is heartbreaking about Lucky. I really hoped that damn animal, whatever it is, had moved on. It's sad for Grace, being all on her own now.

    Keep us posted about Mr. Moon. I'm glad he's seeing the NP and had the scan, at least. It's frustrating how long medical things take.

    I'm not sure I've ever seen a leopard plant. I guess they don't grow here.

    Levon is so cute with that puppy. And I love August's dog name and his joke -- as you said, quite sophisticated!

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    1. I believe this was a different animal. But who knows?
      I seriously bought that plant for the leaves. They are quite broad and have a round shape and are glossy. I was shocked the first time it bloomed!
      I am hoping these puppies help Levon get over his dog anxiety. He does not trust them.
      I love August's joke!

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  16. Oy. That is a heaping helping of bullshit to have on your plate all at once. Good luck to Mr. Moon.

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    1. None of it was earth-shatteringly awful but it was a lot of crap at one time.

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  17. Arrr tone kissed by a man in the middle of the night

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    1. Not quite sure what you meant there but I have a feeling you approve of being kissed by a man in the middle of the night.

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    2. I think that was supposed to read 'to be kissed' etc.

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  18. Drat. We had about 8 chickens picked off by coyotes this last year where i'm working (the 'von Farm'). Now we have them cooped up on a run with a concrete pad, so they're safe, but kind of sad. Such is life i guess.

    We just got 3 adorable calico kittens from a shearing job. My sister kept one, we brought one down to our mom and i kept the third. Our mom's calling hers 'Lucky'. It was our grandfather's name. Also the namesake of a pet bird that I lost during a cage cleanout when I was little, so at least not too graphic, but tragic. Our grandfather fought in 'The Battle of the Bulge' in WWII. He was a POW. He survived, so he was lucky in that sense, but he managed to do so by hiding on a pile of dead bodies. He made it home, but he was never the same and died shortly after from gangrene. Anyhow, sorry, Just hoping the name works out.

    Sorry about your roo. (My sister and i marvel at that- *why* they stick their heads out?! Maybe he was being a good guardian, but still...)

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