I took this picture yesterday and it's not a very good photo but I was trying to get the blooming crepe myrtle in it. I planted that crepe myrtle not so long ago and it's gotten very tall but that's just because it's fighting for its share of the sun amongst the oak trees.
That's an even worse picture but you can get an idea of how tall it has become.
Good Lord but no one in the world needs to know that or see those bad photos. I seriously doubt that even Mr. Moon knows we have a crepe myrtle growing there. Although he does enjoy some aspects of food gardening (mainly the planting of very straight lines) he is not much interested in the horticultural aspects of house and yard ownership. He mostly likes to trim things back, as the natural wild and untidy look does not suit his sensibilities. He is a man who likes things to be under control and often mentions things like the three yellowing banana leaves that it would please him to see gone. I feel that if they bother him this much, he should go get that weird curvy knife out of the knife and kitchen-stuff drawer and cut those leaves off. This is how I trim the bananas. However, I am finding the yellow color of those leaves to be interesting. They are a sort of golden yellow and although it might do the plants good to be rid of them, I just don't care enough to deal with it.
I suppose he does have a point.
At any rate, it's a wonder that he and I have managed to live together in relative harmony all these years. We are so different in so many ways. I remember when we rented a two room cement block "apartment" on St. George Island across the street from the beach in the summers where I would stay with Jessie and Lily who were little kids (May and Hank were grown and pretty much gone) and it was a sort of heaven in that little place. When we started staying there, there was nothing built across the road and so we had free and easy access and viewing of the gulf. The amenities were very limited but it was cheap and I loved it. When it came time to "move in" when the kids got out of school, we'd pack up the futon that was a couch in the daytime and my bed at night and the beach stuff and books and Tiki torches and I'd bring my decor items that I mostly got at the Dollar Store (they had some good shit in those days) and I'd go to hang up twinkle lights which I loved then and still love now and Mr. Moon would get out his tape measure and make sure that the way they were hung was completely balanced between windows or whatever they were hanging between which cracked me up so much. Poor man. I think he's given up worrying about these things by now.
This is what the corner of my dining room looks like this very second although the star lights do change color so maybe not quite.
I've had some star lights hanging in my kitchen for at least ten years and I am not kidding. I never unplug them.
All right. Two of the stars no longer light up. Maybe I should replace them with the ones in the dining room. I am more apt to do that than to cut those banana leaves, to be honest.
Well I sure am banging on about nothing today, aren't I?
It's not been a bad day and I did have a very good time when I went to town to meet up with Jessie. We went to lunch at an Indian buffet and laughed so hard and ate our tasty foods and then we went to Ulta Beauty because she wanted some skin care products. There was a guy working there whose picture I truly wanted to take for the blog because he was just fabulous in all regards. More style in his tiniest toenail than I'll ever have. I did not have the courage to ask him although I have a strong feeling he would have agreed readily. He was gorgeous.
We also went to this new "bin store." Have you heard of these places? They sell returned merchandise from what I gather, and it is truly just a large area full of wooden big-table bins filled with...stuff. Lily and Lauren had gone there earlier which is how we knew about it. The deal is, they restock every Thursday night and on Friday, everything in the bins is twelve dollars. Now, I have no idea what you might find Friday morning but for all I know, it's Coach bags and brand new iPads.
Probably not. But. One never knows.
As the week progresses, the price for everything goes down and down as things get picked over. Thursday, everything costs a dollar. There are many items which are complete mysteries, some of them (many of them) originating in countries not our own. Interesting. I got two things though, one, a still-in-the-box bottle of homopathic leg cramp pills that Mr. Moon uses and the other a small container of what I thought might be Czechoslovakian glass beads but after doing a google search, I think they may be something else.
What do you think? Millefiori? Whatever, they are glass beads and I think they are pretty and they do have very small holes in them so they can be strung.
For a dollar- who cares?
For a dollar- who cares?
So that was a sweet time and now I'm home and my husband has gone to help some guys set up deer stands (yes! it is that time again!) and tomorrow he is going to go to Apalachicola with Lily and Jessie who, for Father's Day gave him the gift of a charter fishing trip with them and he is so excited. I think the girls are too. They got the Moon fishing gene and haven't been able to go in so long and they will be able to stay in Apalach for two nights with the fishing trip in the middle. The boat has a bathroom and AC! Get outta here! I have been invited and I've thought about it but honestly, I think the idea of the three of them getting together for a weekend like that is just the best. They never get to spend time together. And then on Sunday, the man is going to drive over to Jacksonville with Jessie to pick up her new baby because Vergil is going to North Carolina with the boys in Jessie's car to attend a memorial service for someone who was very dear to him.
Jessie is so, so excited. This is the pup that Jessie's been asking us to suggest names for. I came up with one I think is pretty good today: Golda My Dear. Get it?
I'm looking forward to meeting my new granddog. She looks like the softest thing on earth. I hope that August and Levon will be good big brothers. They've all been listening to dog training podcasts in the car.
And that's it for today's news. I'm sort of back into the cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat mode but I'll try to take a walk tomorrow and that will help, I"m sure. And there are worse things than being emotional.
Oh. There is this.
That's Jack's new favorite place to lounge. Right by the refrigerator in front of the door to the kitchen from the hallway. He does this to prevent Maurice from getting into the kitchen to eat. He looks sweet. He acts sweet. But he is the Eddy Haskell of cats when it comes to Maurice. And if you look carefully, you will see that Maurice can easily slip into the kitchen without him noticing by coming through the door from the library.
Sly minx. Jack may be bigger but the knives in Maurice's drawer are a little bit sharper, the bulbs in her string of star-lights a little bit brighter.