At Least These Days When I Say I'm Late It Does Not Mean I'm Pregnant

Here I am, late again today. You know my routine is so damn important to me and it wouldn't matter so much but it involves the timing of when I get our supper made. Mr. Moon does not like to wait until what would be a proper suppertime in Spain. He would probably like to eat at six p.m. which I am not having. But I do try to get food on the table by eight, at least. And because I MUST write my blog post before I cook dinner, I need to start that process somewhere about five. 
There is more to all of it than this but that's the general story. 

I'm late today because I made some soup for May and took it to town and stopped at Publix, too. I talked to her this morning and she sounded good. She said she's had worse cases of the flu but she still hasn't been this sick in quite awhile. Same for Michael. I asked her if she'd like some mama-made soup and she said that yes, she would. I gave her several options and she chose a lentil and vegetable soup and so I made a pot of that. I did not have a huge selection of vegetables but did have plenty of greens and carrots, celery, onions, garlic, and tomatoes. I am not thrilled with how it turned out but as I told her, it has good things for her in it.

Michael's diet is the complete opposite of May's. Whereas she's been a vegetarian since she was about thirteen or so and who eats very clean, he loves hamburgers and all of the meaty things that May never touches. So I'm sure he didn't want any of the soup which is okay because he is happy with the canned soup that Rachel took over yesterday for them. I also took May her fruitcake and by golly, if the damn fruitcake did not end up falling INTO the soup container! 
Good Lord. 
As I said when I opened up the bag I was carrying them in and saw what had happened, "Fucking Tupperware!" She reports that the fruitcake is fine though because I had wrapped it so well.
Phew.

It was so good to see my girl, even though we were all masked and stood some distance apart. May is so damn sweet and so damn funny. We're alike in too many ways to count. I've always said that between the two of us, one is redundant. But it's a lovely redundancy to me. I had to touch her, which I did so very briefly. I put my hands around her beautiful face and even in that brief touch, I could feel her fever. 

I did a quick run through Publix to get milk and bleach and a few other things that I cannot live without. And look what they had.

The prettiest little blue spruce in a pot. I wish I'd seen that before I decorated my tree. Oh well. Maybe next year. 

So yes, I did that and by the time I got home it was almost 4:30 and I wanted to go pick salad greens on this chilly, drizzly evening because I'm going to make us a pizza and you know how we love to eat our pizza with a very simple oil and vinegar salad on it, heavy on the arugula. And then I had to start the pizza dough which I always make in my food processor but because I have not yet gotten a new lid and my work-around isn't working any more, I had to transfer it all to the Kitchen Aid because god forbid I just knead the dough myself. I was in a hurry! 
So by the time all of that was done, it was basically NOW. 

It's been raining all day and is going to possibly be stormy tomorrow and the temperature will start dropping again. Mr. Moon went and helped Tom bring his plants inside. He is such a good guy. Tom seems to be hanging in there. 

We're going to have to move some of my plants too, I suppose. I'm very surprised that they didn't get more frost-bit the week that Glen was gone to Tennessee and it got so chilly. I mean- the bananas froze. I'm just glad my porch plants didn't. 

I suppose I better get in that kitchen and start grating cheese and chopping vegetables. I swear to you that I am only going to make a simple pizza tonight. SIMPLE! Or, pizzas, probably. The man does love a Hawaiian Pizza with ham and pineapple and although I have no problem with that, I'd rather have a spinach and artichoke heart pizza. With of course onions and peppers and so forth. 

We've been watching the old Christmas movie "The Family Stone" which is streaming on Hulu (I think) as we eat our suppers and I have to tell you that I love this movie. It has a stellar cast and it is funny and heartbreaking and I have probably seen it at least five times and am enjoying watching it again. 

It absolutely may not be your cup of egg nog but it is definitely mine. 

May agrees. She loves it too.

All righty. Really. Time to cook! 
Seriously.

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Lily sent a text today with a picture of Gibson when she took him to visit the Cat Cafe which is a place where you can hang out with cats while having a coffee or a glass of wine or some other beverage. The cats there are up for adoption.

Lily said he was in heaven and when they went in, he said, "I'm literally shaking." He even cried a little and said, "I'm so happy."

I'm thinking there may be a new member of the family this Christmas. We shall see. 

Our precious, darling, loving Gibson.