Sunday, March 10, 2024

 Ooh boy.

I got up this morning at my usual time except of course it wasn’t and did indeed feel guilty because it was “really” 9:30 rather than 8:30. I thought I’d set my coffee maker properly to account for the time change but when I got to the kitchen, I realized that no, I had not. 

This is not an earthshaking problem but I’d been having a dream about being in a dystopian landscape and a cult-like group of people were taking over the world and they all dressed like fundamentalist Christians and gee, I have no idea why I’d dream something like that, and I needed a good dose of hot, black, caffeinated beverage to clear the remaining tendrils of my brain.

Oh well. I turned the coffee on to brew and opened my laptop to discover that THERE WAS NO INTERNET which is really a problem in my little mind-world. I called our provider and they don’t have office hours on weekends but I think they indicated that there is a service outage in my area although it’s hard to determine exactly what’s going on with that auto-guy. 

Oh well. I still don’t have internet so I’m writing this on my phone. First world problems, which is to say, not really problems at all but annoyances nonetheless. 

Mr. Moon is having a bigger problem which comes under the label of Oh Well, That’s Dog Island, in that the boat they borrowed got beached last night on the high tide when the anchor he’d set didn’t hold and the strong winds they were having pushed the boat even farther up the beach. So. I don’t know if they managed to get the boat back into the water or not. High tide was supposed to be about 5:00 and I haven’t heard anything. If they can’t get it back in the water, someone with a bigger boat is going to have to come pull them out.

For those of you who do not know what the hell I’m talking about- Dog Island is a very small and pristine island between the Gulf and the bay and we have a little shacky house on it. There is no bridge to the island so you have to boat over. There are no stores of any type on the island so you have to take everything you’re going to need with you and haul it from boat to house. So it’s perfect in that its beauty is completely unspoiled and it’s a major pain in the ass when it comes to getting there and sometimes leaving there. 

Here’s what it looked like here today.

As you can imagine I had no desire to 


  1. Will we ever know what you had no desire to? I guess we’ll just have to imagine, like you said. Oh Well, That’s Dog Island sounds like a reality show. An adventure for Mr. Moon. Hope your internet is back!

  2. Maybe the desire was xrated..
    I always do my blog on my phone.

  3. No desire to what?...Learn how to play the bagpipes?

    Also, it isn't "a little shacky house", it is an exclusive beachside mansion - rather on the lines of Mar-a-Lago but slightly smaller.


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