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This sweet little nun sits on my stove. May gave her to me many years ago. She is made of iron and is actually a bottle opener. She's one of my favorite things and she always reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in one of my favorite movies. 

Feel free to judge me because I do not care. The original Blues Brothers movie was a masterpiece. 
In my world, anyway. 

It's warmed up today considerably but will be getting cold again by Saturday. Jessie and Vergil are taking the boys to a kids' music camp this weekend at a nearby music park where they will be camping. 
Ooh boy. Better them than me. I cannot imagine camping in sub-freezing temperatures. Vergil's a North Carolina boy though so he'll know how to keep them warm. 

A rather disturbing thing came to Mr. Moon's attention this morning and he shared it with me. Jack has a very large lump near his chest. How this has escaped my notice, I am not sure. We looked at each other when he showed it to me and I felt it and yes, it is there and it is large. I am not sure how I could have not noticed this. I love to scratch him right there where his white fur bib is because it's so soft. Maybe his winter coat has hidden it somewhat. 
Anyway, despite our general policy of not taking our pets to the vets, I've got an appointment for him tomorrow morning at the Animal Hospital in Monticello. I think the last time we were there was when he got neutered seven years ago. I like these vets in Monticello. They are used to dealing with country people and their critters and not so apt to push expensive treatment when the outcome will probably not be positive anyway. 
Oh hell. I hate this. You know we love our cats, even Maurice The Mean And Crazy. We give them good lives. Mr. Moon said that he needs to go shoot a deer so that we can give Jack some deer liver which is what our cat Bob ate when he had a tumor of some sort in his head and went half blind and was supposed to die. After he ate the liver, he lived for at least another five years, still faithfully patrolling the property daily, half blind or not. 

I took a walk today. Not a long walk and I felt more out of shape than I've felt my entire adult life. After about three-quarters of a mile, I got my rhythm back but I only walked a mile and a half. I wanted to check this out. 

For some reason that I cannot fathom, they have this sheltered bench near the old truck stop. As far as I know, there is no bus station in Lloyd. There are certainly no local transportation options. I've driven past it several times and never seen anyone sitting there. 
Another Lloyd mystery. 

Right around the corner from it is the fally-down house. I was thinking that all the wind we got last week might have flattened it but no, it did not. 

One of these days the earth will reclaim it but that has not happened yet. 

As you can see, it's been a gloomy day but my spirits have not been too bad. I am not going to get all worked up about Jack until we see what's what. Of course I hope with all of my heart that the vet checks him and says, "Oh, yeah. This is a benign bla-bla-bla. No worries." 

Jack is part of my world and a sweet part of it at that. He does have a bad habit of trying to kill Maurice but they haven't been fighting much lately. I hope that's not a bad sign. 
Well. We shall see what we see. 

Meanwhile, life goes on here. I spend very little time reading the news because I simply cannot deal with it. My mind cannot comprehend so many of the things going on in the world right now. So I am here, living my little insular life, doing the best I can to take note and acknowledge and recognize the details of of that life. The birds, the sky, the way the weather affects us and the things that grow around us, the news of my children and grandchildren, what I cook for supper, whether or not the floor needs sweeping, the vegetable bin needs cleaning out, the bed needs making, or when the laundry needs folding and put away. In my sleep I have dream of messes that I can never clean up in one lifetime, and old friends who are gone, one way or another. It is not an exciting life but it is mine and I am grateful for it. 

Love...Ms. Moon