Well, I think I figured out why I felt so funky yesterday and even more so today and you have heard this story before- I forgot to take my meds yesterday. Pretty sure that was it. It's scary how much they affect me or at least the lack of them affect me. But I took them this morning and am hoping that I'll be back tomorrow, bright as a new penny.
It's been raining most of the day and I have done very little and yet it's been a beautiful day for me. Mr. Moon and I have spent time together, being sweet. Well, even sweeter than usual which is pretty sweet. We even went down to the site of the former truck stop where every weekend an older couple (i.e., our age or younger) sets up their food truck right behind the giant Johnny Appleseed. I have eaten a lunch from them once before but it was a long time ago when they were just under a little canvas awning. Now they've got it fancied up and really going.
The lady who took our order was darling and had a gold tooth that made me want one so bad. You may think I am kidding but I am not. Mr. Moon asked her if the mullet was fresh and she assured him it was- her husband caught it. Her husband also cooked it. I ordered a shrimp dinner and it was fine but nothing as fine as that mullet was which my husband shared with me. Would you look at this fish?
Pass the hot sauce and shut up.
Ooh boy. The only thing fishermen love to do more than fish is to talk about fishing. And I was all La-Di-Dah'ing over there, thinking, Uh, can we go home and eat this fish now?
Besides that delightful adventure (no hyperbole there, people- seriously) I've had a little nap, done some laundry, and investigated a major crisis brewing at the Open Stories Foundation which is where my not-so-secret-addiction of Mormon Stories podcasts comes from. I cannot and will not even try to figure out, much less explain why I love listening to those podcasts but it's been years now and I still listen to almost every one of them and some of them are over three hours long. The crisis arose when one of the employees who had been hired as an office manager type person and who had slid into co-hosting occasionally, lost her job. Now I do not know how her office managing skills were, but as a co-host she was a mess. Mostly she just cried. And hell yes! Many of the stories that the interviewees tell are heartbreaking and just plain hard and I can understand becoming emotional but Lord, this woman just wept and wept and wept.
I kept wondering how long John, the host, would be able to put up with that and how in the world he was going to get out of it. He's such a kind man but I guess she finally provoked him in a way that caused him to get angry and now she's claiming all kinds of shit although none of it is anything more than, "He made me feel unsafe." "He wasn't being empathetic enough about my needs as a mother." Blah, blah, blah.
So she's suing him and the Open Stories Foundation and they're counter-suing her. Another former-Mormon podcaster (yes, I listen to two podcasts about Mormonism) is an attorney and he read the entire transcript of the counter suit on his show and that took awhile to listen to. And today I watched, on Youtube, a meeting with the woman, John, and two members of the board of the Open Stories Foundation that had occurred before the woman lost her job and before she brought a case against them.
And guess what? She cried and cried and cried.
Oh, how she cried.
Look- I cry at the drop of a hat but I'm not a freaking co-host. We're talking Tammy Faye level of crying.
So that took quite a bit of time.
So am I.