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This one has decided that our bed is her bed. Night before last she didn't come in to sleep with us until late in the night when I woke up and felt her sleeping between my head and the window. Then last night she did the whole routine of coming into the bathroom with me as if to hurry me along in my shower and teeth-brushing activities, then scratched the side of the bed for a bit, jumped up on the vanity beside my bed, jumped back down, did some more scratching, and finally, after some urging, jumped on the bed with me. First she makes herself comfortable ON my hip as I lay on my side reading. I guess that's the highest point on the bed where she can keep watch for Jack. Then, when she's ready, she settles down beside me and all is fine unless I move so much as a molecule at which time she snarls at me. 
Why do we love this cat? 
And today, I found her sleeping on the bed in the daytime and if I've ever seen her do that before, I have forgotten. She generally naps on the porch or on the couch, or perhaps the love seat in the library. 

I've had the blues today. Just one of those days. I woke up and had a little cry with my coffee and it's like that sometimes. No motivation to do a damn thing but I did spend about an hour and a half talking to my best girl from nursing school, my darling Terry. She FB messaged me that she was going to be a grandmother! Her daughter is pregnant! I immediately called her and we talked and we talked and we talked and we talked and we talked. 
God, I love that woman. She is going to be the world's best grandma. I am so happy for her. Terry, like me, is incredibly emotional. She always has been. And by the end of the call we were both crying, telling each other how much we love each other and she said the best thing which was, "I think how we love each other is not normal." And she was exactly right. In another universe, another lifetime, we are true love sweethearts. And my husband is well aware of this.

I took some of the porch plants back out today. Not too many because I need help with the big ones. It has become so warm. Tomorrow and Monday it's suppose to get up to 79°.  Are you kidding me? (Or as Jeff would say, "Are you fucking me? Shit off with that damn!") Then I decided to go trim the fronds on the sago palms which is one of my least favorite jobs as they have needle fronds that inject poison into the skin and yes, I could wear long sleeves but unless they're made out of chain mail, it's not really going to help. By the time I finished that little chore I was soaking wet with sweat. Summer's heat may actually finish me off this year. And look what I found.

Bad picture. Sorry. I was on the ground and in an awkward position. That, my friends, is the first bamboo sprouting of the spring that I've seen and you know what that means- TIME TO KICK THE BAMBOO! 
Ooh boy. 
And I kicked that one. 

There is so much to do in this yard. SO much. The area around the sago palms I trimmed today is filled with bright green, fresh crocosmia. As are several other areas. The camellia bed has hundreds of plants coming up or which are already up that I need to pull. And look at this.

Not a snow storm. A camellia petal storm. I'm letting it be although I have heard from a reliable source that leaving dead blossoms under camellia plants does something that isn't good. I'm not even going to google it. 

And while we're at it, here's my baby tomato sprouts. 

I swear I'm going to get at least some of those in the ground. 

I better go check the greens I'm cooking and make up my squash croquettes and put the fish I thawed into some buttermilk and lime juice before I dust them in the breading and air-fry them. 
Our egg rolls last night were very fine. 

Life just does roll along, doesn't it? 

Love...Ms. Moon