May There Be Traveling Mercies And Fun Times Galore

The wild phlox that I brought from my previous yard has begun blooming. I have it planted all over the place and it is one flower that seems to do well here. It is quite tall and healthy looking this year, no doubt because of all the lovely rain we've gotten. 

I took another walk this morning which went better than the last one I took although once again I waited too long and risked spontaneous combustion. WHY do I do this to myself? My inherent need to suffer is going to kill me one of these days. 

I got a text from Jessie asking if I wanted to meet for lunch. She had to go to Costco and since I was just about to text her and ask if she wanted me to come and help her with the boys while she packed, I agreed to meet up with them and we had our lunch and then I took the boys to go home while she went to Costco but on the way to their house I said, "Let's go to the Goodwill bookstore!" and they said, "Okay," knowing full well that there was the chance of me buying them something. We went to a different Goodwill bookstore than the one we usually go to and it is a treat. What I really wanted was a new jigsaw puzzle. I have been consciously limiting myself with the one I've been working on, afraid to finish it because I didn't have another one to start as soon as I was done with it. 
Typical addict behavior, of course. 
They have many, many puzzles at that store but I only found one I was even halfway interested in. As I have said, I am not drawn at all to the cute puppies and kittens or the nostalgic images of old fishing villages and cottages but the one I got today was so absurd that it tickled me. 

I think the random pottery and butterflies really sell it, don't you? And of course- chickens. 

And yes, I bought the boys some things. August picked out a game and Levon picked out a put-it-together project what has moveable pieces and they both got a few books. So that was fun. 

And then we went back to their house where both Mama and Daddy were working their way to the goal of getting the car loaded and being on their way before dark. Not only are they packing for the summer but Jessie and Vergil are flying to a wedding in Colorado this weekend while the boys stay with their grandfather and his darling wife whom the boys call Go-Go. So- Jessie was stressing out about what she was going to wear to the wedding all the while packing clothes for the boys that will be suitable to the weather (much chillier in NC than here) and all of the blankets and pillows and billions of other items necessary to life with two small children. I tried to help a little bit and did a few tiny things but the best thing I did was getting the boys that project kit because from the moment we got back to their house to the moment I left, they were both completely wrapped up in it.

Finally, I told everyone good-bye again and wept a tiny bit when I hugged and kissed Jessie before I got in my car. Every year I go through this, don't I? So thrilled for them all to be able to spend time where their daddy grew up with their mountain relatives who love them as much as we do, while at the same time, grieving the fact that I will not see them for a month and then for only a few days. 
I always survive and somehow, miraculously, they do too! 

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I see that Pat Robertson has died and none too soon. You know I don't really believe in the sort of karma that would cause him to die during Pride month but he did indeed die during Pride month and I'm sure that if he could send messages from the beyond, he'd be blaming his death on the evil gays with their evil ways. I'm sure his followers are claiming that on his behalf. But damn, the guy was 93. He lived long enough and then about another seven or eight decades in my opinion. 

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Just as I could not stop thinking about Tina Turner on the David Letterman show, I now can't stop thinking about a short video that Sabine linked for me in my comments. I cannot find a Youtube of the clip that allows me to embed but click HERE to see it. 
Lucille Ball had no fucks to give about telling a male talk show host to get his hands off women and I have suddenly realized that she was worthy of even more respect than I could imagine.

Thank you, Sabine. I needed that. So does the rest of the world. 

Love...Ms. Moon