Boring, Boring, Boring

 Now this is an interesting picture, I think. Two centipedes on the stump of a banana stalk. I think the centipedes were getting a drink as the chambers in the stalk held water and as interesting as that is, it is the way the banana is constructed that I find particularly beautiful and amazing. As is the structure of a centipede too, really. Together they make a pretty cool contrast of purpose and design. 

Cold. It's been cold today. For me. Even the sky looked cold. 

I didn't want to do a damn thing outside and I mostly didn't. I picked a few salad greens and that was about it. In fact, I haven't done much of anything. I've been back to my slothful ways. Not even worth discussing. Nor did I have an interesting dream. Well, that's not quite true but it was a disturbing dream and I do not wish to discuss it. 

I drove to the Hilltop to get lunch for me and Mr. Moon. I was tired of eating the same soup for lunch after four days of that. So I went crazy and got us shrimp po'boy sandwiches and they were not bad at all. Mr. Moon has gone to a basketball game now and he has taken Gibson and that makes me happy. 

In other grandchild news, I got this picture from Jessie today. 

Levon refused to wear a jacket this morning. And no, that's not snow, it's white sand but still...
That child. At least he's wearing long pants and not shorts. 
I hope they're having a good time at music camp. I think I would have already packed up and come home. No, that's not true. I wouldn't have gone in the first place. 

Jack has been seemingly fine today. He's been very active and very affectionate. And hungry. I think this wound may have been festering for awhile because despite his lovely winter coat, his shoulders and spine feel like he's lost weight. Again- I can't believe I didn't pick up on any of this because I pet him and snuggle him many times a day. I did notice one night that there was a little blood on our sheet but that is not unusual. I am constantly finding blood on my pillowcase from biting my tongue and both Mr. Moon and I have old person skin now which is as substantial as tissue paper and it's not unusual for us to find little abrasions that we have no idea how we got. 
What a drag it is getting old. 

But, I felt his belly a little while ago and the abscess feels much smaller and less tight although when I got too close to the actual wound, he was not happy. He's not licking it though, which is good because he was yesterday. 

So I think he'll live. 

You know, I rarely sit down to write knowing what I'm going to write about. I start out with whatever happened that day which often leads me to a subject I feel strongly about or a situation occurred that triggered something in me but today I have no fire in my belly. When I was writing about the picture above, I almost started in on a thing about how religious people would look at the photo and claim that only God could have created such intricate designs but right now I just feel like, "Yeah, whatever." I will say that a god who would take so much time and energy to create a banana stalk or a centipede should have spent a little more time on human beings whom he supposedly left in charge of the earth and all that grows and lives upon it. 
Oh, it's all so ridiculous. 

So I guess I'll just go start getting supper ready. I looked up the basketball game and it would appear that the game is over and FSU did not win. Luckily, I'm not married to a man who takes these things personally and gets depressed when "his" team loses. I hope Gibson had a good time. I hope that Levon didn't get frostbite. I hope that Mr. Moon doesn't freeze to death in the duck blind tomorrow morning. He told me that he's going to be in the island blind which means he'll have to get in a boat to get there. 
Say what you will about hunting- if a man will get up on a Sunday morning when it's 24 degrees, dress in many layers of wool and thick cotton, drive to wherever it is he drives to, gets in a small boat to go to a very small island to sit in a duck blind to shoot ducks, he must really love it. 

Bless his heart. 

Love...Ms. Moon