Monday, December 19, 2022

And On The Whatever Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me- MANY Cherry Tomatoes.


A few weeks ago I talked about all the fireplaces in this house and how they were all different and all have gas logs in them. When the house was built (1859, which is a pretty darn old house for Florida) fireplaces were the only source of heat, of course. It may have been a sign of almost-wealth to have a fireplace in every room. Of course the original house had fewer rooms than it does now but as families grew and resources were made available, rooms and porches were added almost higgilty-piggilty and now it winds itself through hallways and sometimes just other rooms. When Mr. Moon and I are in our room, an explosion could go off in the kitchen and we'd never know it. 
Anyway, the picture above is the fireplace in the Glen Den. That is the room we mainly use the gas logs in, mostly just for the coziness of it but they do offer a nice bit of warmth. I have fantasies of lighting the one in our room for the romantic and cozy effect but it seems wasteful. Also, there is a thermostat of sorts and the heater clicks on and off at random times and it can be rather loud. Not shockingly so, but perhaps enough to interrupt sleep. 

So I bought a ham today. 
I have no idea why I bought a ham. I was at Costco and there were hams and next thing you knew, there was one in my cart. It seemed to me that the hoards of people in the giant store were either determined and had a mission in mind, or were doing what I was, which was to randomly wander the aisles, searching for...something? Anything? 
We were dazed and confused. We bought hams. 

I had a conversation with the guy who generally works in the liquor department. You can bet the ranch that this girl is not going to run out of vodka anytime soon. I've talked about this guy before. He is such a genial and lovely man. Everyone loves him. Everyone feels like they are his friend. Even me. Of course. His last day at Costco is a week from this Saturday as he is retiring. I teared up when he told me. But then he showed me a picture of the house he is buying- his first, I think, possibly, and it is a lovely house and he'll have a yard and plenty of projects to keep him busy. I told him that I was happy for him and I am although I will miss him. 
Change is inevitable but it can be hard, can't it? 

And then I went to Bass Pro World which is right next to Costco and I actually found a few things for Mr. Moon in his size which is not an easy thing to do. He is not a large man circumference-wize, but he is so very tall. And I figure that if he is not happy with what I got him or if something doesn't fit, he can take them back and find something else at Bass Pro World that does. If you've never been to a Bass Pro World let me just tell you that it's a completely different universe in there. I don't know if I love it or hate it. There's not a whole lot in it that I would want to buy for myself but there is an aquarium that's as big as a movie screen with benches in front of it for people to watch the freshwater fish swim about in. Children are entranced. Also, there's a Santa for Christmas photo-ops. 



I really can't explain it. 

And then I dropped off some mixed nuts at Hank's house and then I went to Maddio's, which is a pizza joint, because it was 2:30 and I had not eaten and I could not face another sub from Publix. I probably made the very worst choice when it comes to calories and health but damn, it was good. And I brought half of it home. Some sort of Alfredo spinach and artichoke heart and red onion and pesto thing. 

As I went about my day, I tried to listen to the Jan. 6 committee hearing but I wasn't able to hear much of it. I see that Trump will be given criminal referrals to the Department of Justice and I have to wonder what good that will do, if any. I read somewhere that he said earlier that if that happened, he would be ignoring it. 
Can he do that? 
I have no idea. 

On to Publix where I got to see Lily and by the time I got home it was four o'clock and I honestly do not know what took me so long. I felt as if I'd entered some time-altering portal that stretched the day out or maybe shortened it. My brain doesn't work like that. I just know that sometimes things seem to take four times as long as I think they should. 

Mr. Moon picked all the green cherry tomatoes. I'd say there may be three pounds there. 


I think I might try to pickle most of them and attempt a batch of fried cherry tomatoes too. In the air fryer. 
We'll see. 

I got a call from Jessie. She'd taken August to the ENT guy to get his opinion on why every time the boy gets a cold it turns into a sinus infection and he always breathes through his mouth. Turns out he probably needs to get his adenoids out. They are abnormally swollen. August, who was on speaker phone, was beside himself with joy at the thought of such an adventure. 
"You're gonna get an operation, August?" I asked him. 
"YES!" he shouted. 
Jessie is already trying to prepare him. She told him about the IV and how they would start it and what it was for, and he was thrilled. "Tell me more!" he said. He is a funny little critter, that one. He is ready for it to happen TOMORROW but that's not going to happen. 
I am sure that the prospect of ice cream is part of appeal. I guess they're still using that scam. Almost every kid I knew growing up (except the really poor ones) had their tonsils out and they always told them that after the surgery, they'd get all the ice cream they wanted, which of course turned out to be not much. 

And so it goes, so it goes. We have not yet brought in the plants. I brought in a few of the small ones from the back porch and set most of them in the laundry room which gets a lot of sun. 

Tomorrow, perhaps. And hopefully Magnolia June will be spending the night this week. I need to wrap the children's presents. I think I will not bother wrapping the adults'. And of course none of the presents I've ordered online have actually arrived so there may be nothing to wrap anyway. 

Take care, y'all. Stay warm and be as kind to yourself as possible. Get the damn pizza with Alfredo sauce and pesto and enjoy every bite. Have a conversation with an interesting person. We're all doing the best we can. 

Love...Ms. Moon




39 comments:

  1. Trump can't seem to ignore anything, so we'll see.
    I'm glad the issue with your husband's leg turned out not as bad as it could have. Still very scary & concerning.
    I can completely relate to your anxiety & depression bouts. We just have to work thru it or close our eyes hoping it will pass.
    Your house sounds magical to say the least.
    Merry Christmas to you & yours!

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    1. Thank you, Monica. Why in the world do we have to go through this supposedly joyous season when all it truly does is completely stress us out and drain our bank accounts? I do not get it.
      And yes, I am still concerned about Mr. Moon's leg.

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    2. But don't we stress ourselves out? I know I do.

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    3. Yes! At least for me. I willingly participate (at least somewhat) in the madness. Absolutely!

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  2. I love the picture of August and Levon with their grandfather. Glen would make a passable Santa Claus if he wants to earn a few extra bucks ahead of next Christmas's festivities. His beard grew madly up in Tennessee.

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    1. He has been saying he needs to trim things up a bit.

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  3. Tiny as they are, I recognized the fellas in the Santa Picture!
    I am a little surprised at August's enthusiasm over having his adenoids removed!

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    1. He loves new things and getting his adenoids out would be completely different. He has no fear of doctors and that is good. May it stay that way!

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  4. lovely pics and I especially love not only the boys with Santa.....but the old butter churn in the Glen den next to the fireplace! Beautiful! Hope your tomatoes turn out well in the air fryer...... sounds like a rather full day for you (yes, they do stretch themselves out- do they not?). I actually drove myself to town today for only 2nd time in past month (vertigo is improving with home exercises and felt safe driving)......and spent 2 1/2 hours doing banking, gassing up car, few other errands and grocery shopping. I was pretty much *done* after that foray but it felt like I was finally getting back out into the world! Still shunning Christmas and I have no guilt....LOL!
    Susan M

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    1. Still shunning Christmas here, too, for the most part but the guilt abides. Dammit.
      I'm glad your vertigo is getting better! It can really be disruptive towards life. Two and a half hours in town is more than enough. Glad you got to go out, but glad you got to go home.

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  5. That Santa photo is really cute, Good luck to August, And stay warm!

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  6. How nice that August sees his surgery as one big adventure. Better than being fearful. I loved your story about the hoards, dazed and confused, buying hams because they couldn't think of what else to do. I went shopping yesterday. Much the same.

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    1. I did not. Our ham is already bought, a whole ham from a custom butcher shop, ordered early in the season, because we were going to have all my children and all my grands under one roof, but now we are not. Now it is not going to happen, and all of us are very sad about it. So I've got a whole ham and I don't need a whole ham. But I did buy two jars of stuffed olives. I don't remember why, but I looked at them, and felt like it was imprerative that I have garlic stuffed olives for the Christmas table It is sort of the same, don't you think?

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  7. I meant to add. It was a social media for a while that teens were diving into the aquariums at the Bass Pros/Cabelas. There are quite a few videos.

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  8. Thank you Miz Moon. I've been needing that kind of "talk" for a bit. Guess we're more "normal" than we kinda feel most of the time eh?

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  9. I was so jealous of kids who got their tonsils out when I was a kid. How exciting, going to the hospital and having an operation, and then as you said, as much ice cream as they wanted. Of course it wasn't fun but what does a kid know. I also wanted to break a leg because I thought crutches were so cool. At least August will feel better after he's all healed up.

    I've been to one of those shops, the Big Bass Pros/Outdoor World. It was truly amazing in a weird, creepy way. Dead animals, not my thing.

    I cleaned today, a deep clean on the main floor. Tomorrow is the upstairs. I've got nothing else to do, at least the house will be clean:)

    Just think, in one week, this will all be over. You got this.

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    1. I never got my tonsils out either which was pretty fine with me because my fear of all things medical started at a very early age.
      Isn't Bass Pro World weird? It's so...decorated.
      No matter how little I have to do it never seems to result in deep cleaning. Ever.

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  10. Your house is amazing and for it to be so old old old and still standing! You and your family are certainly showing it a good time with loads of love and mood and food.If you wrote fiction - narrator being the house it would be an enthralling read. It's history must be a doozy.
    Wandering dazed in Cost co is a state I recognize.

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    1. Oh, it's a strong old house! Built of heart pine which ages to be like iron.
      Interestingly enough, I have written a book about people who lived in this house or at least a fictional version of the house and the people. I might get that thing out and look at it again. I know the ending sucked. Never did get that right.
      You're right about Costco. I did realize at one point that there were no Christmas songs on the speakers and for that I was so grateful.

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  11. You sound brighter if somewhat knackered. We are nearly there. We can do this.

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    1. I feel so tired all the time. Is it my mind or my body?

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  12. I remember when my daughter got here tonsils out, they promised her ice chips and when she woke up she had to remind them three times and then they brought just a spoonful in a plastic cup. Pikers!
    Anyway, that's a lovely lot of cherry tomatoes. Christmas has everyone knackered I think.

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    1. Seriously! You should get lots of the good ice after getting your tonsils out!
      It is a lot of cherry tomatoes, isn't it?

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  13. P.S. I think they should surround Trump, put him in shackles and march him all the way to a prison cell. Then leave the shackles on.

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  14. Still have my tonsils...Good luck to August!
    Those tomatoes will be wonderful!
    hughugs
    Donna

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    1. I've got mine too. In fact, I have all my original parts except my appendix.

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  15. Bass Pro Shops is for fisher folk and hunters...
    what a big box hardware store is for do-it-yourselfers.
    Nirvana.

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    1. Yes! But it is surprisingly so fancy in that country cabin sort of way.

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  16. I'm intrigued that Santa has an "office" at Bass Pro Shops. Who knew?

    I don't see how Trump could simply ignore prosecution from the Justice Department, unless the new Republican Congress withdraws the recommendations when they come into power in January. No idea how that works.

    Every time I hear about eating ice cream after having your tonsils out I think of Cindy Brady.

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    1. You're probably right about Trump. But will the DOJ do anything? We shall see.
      I think I missed a lot of Brady Bunch episodes. I was too cool to watch that show when it came out. Or at least I thought I was.

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  17. I refuse to go out during the week before Christmas with everyone who waited til the last minute crowding everything and in a panic. The grocery store, I'm going there.

    I don't think Trump can ignore an indictment from the DOJ.

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  18. I just got back from the grocery store too and I think I am set for stuff, altho, I probably should have gotten more eggs and milk. I had a list and I crossed off as I found things so I don't get too carried away. We are having a taco Christmas!

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    1. Taco Christmas sounds great! One year we all got together and made tamales for Christmas. It was great fun!

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  19. I predict this experience will leave Austin very interested in medicine as a career choice. My brother has similar experiences as a kid, was always at the doctor for childhood ailments, then he had his tonsils and adenoids taken out, and after that, he knew he was going to be a doctor, which he is today. Funny how so many of our generation had our tonsils removed and for our children's generation it hardly came up. Is that because of the increased use of antibiotics? I never pondered this till now.

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