Well, there you go. The overhang areas were redone by Glen and Vergil a few years ago and so were not replaced. The dormers (is that what they are?) are going to get new siding. All of this reminds me that I really should get a new header photo. I will be thinking about this.
I didn't really do shit today. Mr. Moon left in the still-dark early morning. He left me a sweet note and set my coffee to brew for my wake-up time. He is a precious person. Which is not to say, of course, that there aren't times when I look at him and think, "Are you kidding me? Who ARE you?"
We all know those moments in marriage. God knows he must think the same of me quite often. I believe I have related this story but I'll retell it- when Glen and I got married and were getting ready to leave for our tiny, short honeymoon to Lookout Mountain, Tennessee, he told me that one day he really wanted to get some beef cows.
I swear, I'm sure my memory is wrong but it seems to me that I was still in my wedding dress and pink, fake lizard skin heels when he made this announcement.
"Beef cows?" I asked. Somehow, I had never once in my life even thought about the possibility of owning beef cows.
And yet, here we are, and no, we have never raised or owned any beef cows but I suppose there's still time.
Mostly, though, I just adore him and consider myself to be one of the luckiest women in the world.
But y'all already knew that.
So the hombres de trabajo were back at eight a.m. but they only worked until a little after three today.
I baked them some cookies. I just had to. The thought occurred to me last night to do that and this morning it still seemed like a pretty good idea. So I made about a dozen large snickerdoodles which I'm not sure I've ever made before and I took the plate of them out to the men when they were eating their lunch. I found out something I did not know about them later on this afternoon when the main guy came to the back porch door to tell me they were leaving. They are not Mexican but from Guatemala! I still think they are of Maya heritage though. And get this- the older guy who has no qualms at all about standing in the back yard and lecturing one of the guys on the roof in a loud and serious voice is the father of the three workers. Their crew is a family business. I really do like talking to the father. He has been here for sixteen years now and little by little I am feeling like I am getting to know him the tiniest bit. He told me that Sundays are the days he does all his laundry and makes his lunches for the week and catches up on all the other stuff he needs to do. So in reality, he does not even get one day off a week.
They've finished the house and the little kitchen and will be back on Monday to do the barn. It's funny how I really have not minded that much, having them here. I thought I would but they are just so busy doing what they do that I don't think they even really see me. Their focus is on getting the job done.
And they have.
I took some books down to the little free library. Slowly, I am getting rid of a few things. Some of the books I took were little children's books. Those are the ones that are hard to get rid of, although some are easier than others- the books that the grandchildren really didn't like so much don't tug my heart the way their favorites did. Those, I really can't let go. Perhaps I shall keep those to give to Jessie and Lily for THEIR grandchildren. Why not?
And then I went to the post office and...to My Gypsy Soul Boutique! Yes! I went in! The shelves are more filled than they were but they held nothing I wanted. They are still selling "natural shells" for $1.50. They have local artwork and some crocheted items and homemade soaps and candles and lotion bars and incense and incense holders and big funky jewelry and some of the same garments they had when they opened. I didn't buy anything. I did talk to the lady who owns the place about the farmers' market situation. That's been somewhat of a nightmare for her. First of all, there was no real address for the piece of ground she wants to put it on. Which I assume she owns. And you have to have an address to get insurance. And getting insurance in Florida right now is almost impossible. And, and, and...
Jefferson County is not a place to get things done quickly when you're dealing with the local government. But the real problem, I think, is that you have to also comply with the state government.
But, she says that she just got the insurance situation straightened out yesterday and that next Saturday there will be vendors selling farmers' market stuff. ALTHOUGH, the six vendors that she's been in touch with all have something else going on on Saturday so maybe not.
Also, she has the idea to have food trucks come in. Maybe do like a food truck Friday?
And when I tried to so very diplomatically ask if there would be enough business in Lloyd for food truck vendors to set up here because honestly, there isn't a whole lot going on in Lloyd, she said that there is a good amount of traffic and many of the people driving through are workers and they always want food.
There is a lot of traffic going through but in my years of walking that road, what I've mostly seen is people just driving through Lloyd as a way to get from one place to another. There is a highway right near the piece of property that she's thinking to put food trucks on but mostly there are many, many semi's going from another highway to I-10 or the road to Tallahassee.
Ain't no semi's going to be parking up by the post office to get tacos.
But maybe she's right and there will be enough hungry workers driving by on a Friday evening to make it all worthwhile. And while they're there, they may want to stop in to the boutique to purchase a box of incense and a beaded bracelet.
Who knows? Not me. And as I told her, I really do admire her hard work and persistence.
I went to the GDDG after I visited the boutique. I cooked a pork roast last night and wanted to make some tostadas or something and I needed tortillas which they do have. I am always a little amazed at the variety of products they carry. I am simmering some of the meat with orange and lime juices, garlic, and chilis. I'll wrap all of that up in the tortillas with avocado and tomato and onions. It will be very fine.
I also did some laundry today and this afternoon, after the roof guys left, I sat down at the piano with my John Thompson's Book Two and let me say that I have not gotten any better over the past year of not playing a darn thing.
Still. The time flew as I struggled with flats and sharps and time. I am so, so bad and played very softly because I have the doors open and god forbid anyone should hear me.
I talked to Glen earlier this afternoon and they were already past Montgomery. They have rented a black Escalade van with tinted windows and Glen says that it practically drives itself.
"I feel like people are going to think we're FBI or something," he said.
"I think people are going to think you're drug dealers," I told him.
And so here I am, on my own. Both cats are in the house and the sun is just slipping below the horizon. I took a picture of Jack, getting ready for a good night of sleep on the duckette, aka Duck, Jr., that I have on the bed in preparation for the arctic conditions (haha!) we're about to experience.
Here's some lovely Lantana that was growing by the little free library.
God DAMN, what is it about humans and war?
And not anyone. I doubt we ever will.