I Should Go Buy A Lottery Ticket

Another pure blue sky day and the new leaves on the oak trees are going from a shy and dainty green to a far more bold and take-charge color and it all looks so pretty together. As you may be able to see to the right there, the Bradford pears are already starting to bloom. 
I guess this will not be the year we'll be taking them out. 
Again. 

So. Guess what? I had another dental appointment today. This one was for a cleaning that was scheduled a mere three months from my last one because Dr. Twelve Year Old thought that my gums were possibly receding and somehow a three-month re-check with cleaning was the compromise to going to see a periodontist. My gums may be receding but not alarmingly so and let's face it- how many years does he think I am going to need these teeth? Of course the answer is, for as many years as I'm alive and would like to eat food, but I don't think going to see a periodontist is a top priority for me and oh my god, could I ramble on any more?
I am sure I could but I'll try not to. I'm making no promises though.

So I went for my appointment and I'm sitting there in the waiting room and my sweet (although quite politically different than me) dental hygienist came out to get me and I coughed a little bit because Mr. Moon and I are both still coughing some from our recent illness and I told her that I had been sick but wasn't running a fever and in fact had not run a fever at all but then I coughed some more and said, "I really don't want to get you sick." 
"I don't want you to get me sick either," she said, but not in a mean way. In a caring, gentle way. 
So we decided that I should reschedule for a few months from now and I apologized about fifty times for not having called beforehand and then I left and silently screamed, "WOOO-HOOOO!" 

It was awesome. 
But I really should have called and cancelled. 

And then I went to Walmart because I wanted to buy another bottle of this:

I love this shit. Being an adult now, it is not Mr. Bubbles that makes bath time so much fun, it is eucalyptus steam shower spray. And I had gotten the original bottle at Walmart and I've been meaning to go back and get some more and I had to go to Costco, and Walmart is right next to it so- why not?

I entered the Evil Empire and y'all- it is just so nasty in there. The things that people leave in carts!? That the employees don't bother to take out? For god's sake. But you know what? If they paid a better wage, the employees might find it worth their while to do things like taking breathing tubes out of carts before they put them back.
Anyway, I girded my loins and spent at least twenty minutes looking for the desired product and of course there was no one to ask as the employees are fewer and farther between than even the ones at Target. Okay, I did see one woman who appeared to be from the pharmacy on an aisle looking for something but she had the saddest, tiredest expression on her face I have seen in a very long time and I just could not bring myself to add to her woes. 
So I couldn't find any. I did find some strange, faux hippie brand of essential oils and I bought a bottle of eucalyptus oil to use by tapping out a few drops on the shower floor and that will work fine but I may actually have to order some of the spray because it works best. 

Wasn't that exciting? I also bought some seeds in the garden section and two bags of potting soil. I have things rooted all over this house that need to go into dirt. The lady at the cash register was so nice. She had that island lilt to her voice and I was so entranced I almost forgot that I had to pay. 
I am as easily distracted as a three year old. 

Then I went to Costco for Sugar Bomb cherry tomatoes- have you tried these? If not, get your tushie to the store and buy some. You know what they taste like? 
They taste like tomatoes. Like real, true, sun- and vine-ripened summer tomatoes grown with love. 
They're probably some horrible GMO Frankenstein invention combining the DNA of tomatoes and strawberries and tangerines and goldfish or something but my lord, they are good. 

And then I came home and worked in the garden some, doing a bit of weeding. Mr. Moon is back over at Tom's, making boards. He could barely wait to get started this morning. This is making him so happy and as long as he comes home every night with all of his fingers, I am happy too. 

Know what else makes me happy? The duck is on the bed and I am wearing cashmere. Pinto beans are simmering in one pot, collards, mustards, and kale in another. 

Life is good today. I hope it is for you too. 

Love...Ms. Moon