Swift Recovery

Except for a tiny bit or remaining soreness in my arm, I have felt absolutely fine today. It's so funny. I really did feel like hell yesterday and today it's like nothing ever happened. I even got the laundry hung on the line and although it was fairly late by the time I pinned it up, it all dried except for Mr. Moon's overalls which needed about ten minutes in the dryer. 

I've been in an excellent mood all day, enjoying the feeling of normalcy. A friend came out to pick some salad greens and cooking greens and he and Mr. Moon and I went to the Hilltop for lunch which was pretty great, as always. Whenever anyone comes with us to the Hilltop for the first time and asks what sort of food they have, I always say, "What kind of food do you like?" 
They probably have it. Definitely with a country spin on it but it'll be there on the menu somewhere. Mr. Moon got chicken wings, Chip got a shrimp po-boy, and I got a chicken salad salad which is a scoop of their very delicious and also unhealthful chicken salad on a bunch of lettuce and tomatoes and cucumbers and black olives and a bunch of pickled peppers. Banana peppers, sweet peppers, and jalapeño peppers. A slice of dill pickle came with it. It was practically a pickle salad. I did not complain. 
The only thing that wasn't very enjoyable was the sight of the guy's butt crack who was sitting directly across from us who had his back to me at the picnic tables where we ate. It started out at about four inches of butt crack and then, as his pants crept lower and lower, more and more inches appeared. Finally, I got up and moved to the other side of my husband so that my view was obscured by Chip. 
I mean, we all have butt cracks. It's just the human body. But as I told Glen and Chip when we left, I'd get tired of looking at the Mona Lisa after awhile. 

I finally got my pie made today. It surely looks good. I hope it tastes good. 

I even did the egg wash on top and sprinkled Turbinado sugar over it. If you're in the need of sugar and fat, a good pie is about the best choice you can make except for doughnuts. Look how red that juice is! Red as a daddy cardinal. 

All right. Now I want to talk about Billy. Some of you have heard many, many stories about our friend Billy. He is someone that became friends with my Hank about a quarter of a century ago. Boy, that sounds crazy. If you did a search of the blog for him, you'd probably get infinitely endless hits. I talk about him and his wife Shayla and their son Waylon a lot. Billy and Shayla got married in this back yard and I got to do the honors. Hank was the best man. I'll never forget that wedding or that day. Billy is...well. He's Billy. He's like no one else. He's funny and he's incredibly sincere and he's the best daddy. Every Father's Day I tell him that I wish I'd had a father like him. And Billy didn't have a father. But he knows how to love, he knows how to be responsible, and he is there for his boy. 
Anyway, anyway, here's a picture of Billy that I stole off Facebook.

Billy's the guy on the left wearing the pink shorts and who, if you'll look closely, has a blue-painted thumbnail. That photo was taken at a beard competition at the local Highland Games a few weeks ago. There were 12 guys competing, three competitions, and three runner-up spots. 
Billy won second place. 
Which is awesome! 
But here's the really awesome thing. 
When I asked Billy if I could post the picture here on my blog, he said, "Yes ma'am! I'd be delighted. You can also know that I introduce myself at every competition as a proud trans man who has wanted a beard his whole life. My voice shakes every time but I still say it."

Big breath in. Big breath out. 

That is Billy. This is Florida.

Billy works for the Trevor Project which is a non-profit organization dedicated to helping prevent suicide and providing crisis intervention for LGBTQ young people 24/7. 
Billy is one of their counselors. 

So I wanted to talk about that and brag a little about Billy's beard and honestly- don't you think he should have won? 
Next year. Next year, baby. 

That's all I got today. 

Thanks for stopping by.

Love...Ms. Moon