Chit-Chat

I swear to goodness, you guys sure have some serious opinions about pools. You know that old adage about not discussing politics or religion? I think we should add swimming pools to that list. 

The pool thing is nothing more than a vague idea of something we could do now that the trees are gone. As the title of the post said, it was a fantasy we were entertaining. A fantasy we may entertain for awhile. But please be assured that we are very aware of the cost and effort that maintaining a pool requires. We have been there and we have done that. And there are companies whose sole purpose is to maintain pools for owners because it is NOT an easy job. We know. We tried to do our own for awhile when we had one and it became apparent to us that we had no idea what we were doing and it was best to pay the experts to come and spend forty-five minutes every two weeks or whatever it was, to take care of things. And honestly, that's about as long as it took those guys. 

On to another very important matter. Did you know that it's National Margarita Day? Well, it is. And it is also the day that the new Publix Liquor Store opened and Lily, despite being so recently recovered from Covid, was back at work in her brand new space! 

She texted the group this morning with a picture of some earrings she'd just made because she got up too early due to nerves. 

 

As one does, of course. Wake up early and whip up a new pair of margarita earrings. Far better, I suppose, than waking up early and whipping up a blender full of margaritas. 
Well. I guess it depends on the circumstances. 

 

I went to see her at her new job after Jessie and I had lunch together. Lily looked happy and that makes me happy. She has her own little universe there. Liquor bottles can be really interesting, can't they? And so many different types and names and labels. She showed me a bottle of 25-year old Scotch that was behind a locked-glass door that cost $599.00. And it was not a big bottle, either. 
"Wow!" I said. And I told her that back in the old days, people used to say that buying cocaine was god's way of telling you you had too much money. "And drinking that Scotch would be..."
"God's way of telling you you had too much money!" she said. 
Ummm-hmmmm. But honestly, if someone loves Scotch and has the money to pay for that bottle, who am I to judge?

I did not buy any Scotch. Or anything at all, actually, although I am certain I will at some point. The package of twenty-four tiny bottles of Tito's intrigued me and reminded me of Kathleen whose mother told her to always keep some gin in her purse in case she got the vapors. 
I am almost seventy years old and I still do not know what the vapors are, although they could be hot flashes, I suppose. I don't think that gin would help that. Or perhaps just anxiety, another thing that often torments women of a certain age. Or maybe the having the vapors is just code for "There is no way I can stay in this room with these assholes without a drink for one more second." 
I did not buy the 24 pack of Tito's either. 

Jessie and I had lunch at a Japanese place which is not Japanica. I'd eaten there recently with a friend of mine and enjoyed it very much but I think that I got a different sort of curry that day than I did today and I didn't like it as much. It was pretty good but not the heavenly stuff I remembered. But we had fun. She especially enjoyed it when the server asked if he could take our plates yet. I was still eating my noodles and told him that no, he could not yet take mine and if he tried, I'd stab him with my chopsticks. 
Maybe you had to be there but it sure made Jessie laugh. 
I felt vindicated when he said, "Oh, you're still working on that," indicating the noodles. If there's one thing that servers should stop saying it's "Are you still working on that?"
Honey, when I'm eating, I am not working on anything. I am eating. I am enjoying. I am savoring. I suppose the question would be appropriate if one was a sailor in the 18th century and your meal consisted of hard tack. That might take some work. 

The meal was heavy on the broccoli as it was in both the curry and the steamed side-vegetables. I had already planned to cook broccoli tonight and I think I still will. The recipe sounds intriguing. "Broccoli With Sizzled Nuts and Dates" from the NYT's cooking app. Ellen, from "Stuff From Ellen's Head" told me she made it and it was good. 

Not like I'm going to overdose on broccoli. 

Ms. Magnolia June will be spending the night tomorrow night. In a big turn-around, she has told me that instead of her usual Mer dinner of fish and cheesy noodles, she wants spaghetti and meat balls. Just like Gibson's frequent choice. So you know what I'll be cooking tomorrow night. She also inquired as to whether we would be serving purple cows. I assured her that yes, we would be. I ordered an Eboo kid puzzle to do with her and I hope she likes it. It's probably too easy for her but it won't be for me. 

Mainly the part about being on the floor. 

Well, speaking of food, as I so often do, I better go make our supper, broccoli included. 

Thank you for being here. I really just felt the need to say that. 

Love...Ms. Moon