Summertime And The Living Is Sort Of Ridiculously Hard

Today was one of those days where everything took three times longer than it should have for no apparent reason and really? Who cares? It's not like I'm getting paid according to tasks accomplished. It's just frustrating, you know. 

However, seeing Rainbow Princess Magnolia was an unexpected sweetness in the day. Lily and Lauren came over to borrow Mr. Moon's trailer to haul some furniture back from Lauren's parents' house when they go down to visit next week. Maggie came with them and wanted to come in the house and check on all of her friends. 
"Oh, Zippy! I have missed you so much!" she said, cradling my old precious chimp to her bosom. She also wanted to play with some miniature furniture that Linda Sue sent a while ago. She loves these things. 

It's a little dress-making shop, I think, and there is a small bear she creates scenarios for using the props. She asked me to glue that tiny lamp to the sewing table by the sewing machine and I promised her I would and I did. I'm pretty sure that she thinks that Linda Sue made every one of those items with her own clever hands and I would not be surprised if she had. 

Lauren and Mr. Moon finally got the trailer all hooked up and the tail lights working to his satisfaction. Lily has had strep again and is recovering nicely but stayed in the car in order to prevent any sort of contagion. 
"Thank god Lauren can do all of this," Lily said. "If I had to haul that trailer the kids would have to wear diapers because there's no way I could stop and park it."
This would be true for me too. 

Lauren is rather unbelievably handy and good at things. 

When they got here I was out in the garden, finally doing a little weeding. It took me over two hours to weed two rows of field peas. I swear to god. And when I was done I was soaking wet from sweat. It's brutal out there. I have a very specific process when I weed, including using only the correct trowel (one Kathleen gave me) and my favored weed pan. I had put the red potatoes that Mr. Moon had dug into that pan and set it in the pantry for a few days to give the potatoes a cool, dry place and when I went to get it and move the potatoes to a sheet I'd stretched out on the porch, I discovered that the FUCKING CATS HAD PISSED ALL OVER THE POTATOES AND THEY REEKED OF AMMONIA! 
I was furious. The fuckers had already ruined about twenty-five pounds of raw peanuts by pissing on them. I ranted and I raved and then I cried because of all that work and it had come to that. Glen asked if they could be washed and I told him that yes, I had washed them but I really don't think they'll be edible. I mean- potato skins are not impermeable. If we were starving I might consider it but I just don't think that would be prudent. 
And please, please, do not offer suggestions as to how I can keep the cats from peeing in random places unless your suggestion involves getting rid of the cats. It is a complete mystery why they have taken it upon themselves to mark the pantry as their territory but they have. I do not keep a litter box. They have access to the outside at all times. They are not crippled or lame. I personally let Maurice in and out of the house at least twenty times a day according to her whim. I'll let her out and if the wind is blowing the wrong way, she'll decide she wants to come back into the house. 
Damn. Just...damn. 

So I did the weeding I could do, finishing it up when Lauren and Lily and Maggie left, and Mr. Moon went back over to Tom's to work on the table. He is possibly going to the coast tomorrow to go fishing for the weekend if the weather looks decent. So you know what I had to do- I made him cookies. They are not just sustenance and treats, they are also his Father's Day present from me which is why I had to make them. At the same time I was doing that, I made up the dough for a loaf of bread (not sourdough) that will go with our supper of corn chowder tonight. Yes, it is too hot to eat soup but I had five ears of corn in the refrigerator and that's what I'm doing with it. 
Thank god for air-conditioning. I cut the corn off the cobs and scraped the back side of a knife over the kernels to get all of the goodness out of them, just the way my grandaddy taught me to do. 

I guess I feel so compelled to pass on little tidbits of life lessons to my grandchildren because that's what Grandaddy did with me. No huge philosophies of life but true and important things like how to scrape an ear of corn properly. 

Well, that's neither here nor there. 
I am so very tired. As god is my witness, tomorrow I am not going to do a damn thing that requires being on my knees or sweating profusely. 

 I better go make supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon Who Really Needs A Shower