A Typical Day In My World

Here's Ms. Maggie, enjoying her cheese pizza last night. She had decided that maybe it wasn't cheddar cheese that she liked but she managed to choke down a few pieces anyway. That child! She did not want to go to sleep. Usually I put her to bed and by the time I'm ready to take my shower and get in bed to read, she's sound asleep but last night, she was not. And she fussed about the light being on which I understood and so I turned it off and I'm not sure which of us fell asleep first. 

She still got up before I did and she was quite ready for her breakfast of eggs and toast, which is what she had requested. No pancakes or bacon for her. Eggs and toast. I reminded her of when she was a little bitty girl and every time she'd walk in the door here she'd want me to cook her an egg. Of course we had chickens then and so the eggs were especially delicious. We were talking about that and she said, "I hate that fox that ate all your chickens." 
I sort of do too although he was just doing his fox thing. I miss my lovely birds. 

Glen got up and out earlier than usual this morning. Marble Making-Tattoo'ed Guy who was supposed to get his phone up and running last night finally admitted defeat and left and so Glen had to get to Verizon this morning to see if they could do it and he had to meet a friend at the hospital whose father had had a stroke and this also coincided with the selling of a car for the same friend in which paperwork needed to be signed. He had about a thousand places he needed to be today and I reminded him to breathe when he left which I'm sure just helped a lot. When he's worried or anxious I get worried and anxious for him. 

Maggie and I played a round of the matching game and I talked her into letting me read her two pages of "The Little Princess" which I adored as a child. I have the original copy I owned that my grandfather gave to me. She patiently listened to the two pages and that was plenty for her. I thought perhaps it would wet her thirst a little for the story but no, it did not. It's a different generation and honestly, the book was so very dated when I read it but that didn't bother me. Reading was my life and it was an excellent story and I have no idea how many times I reread it. Finally, it was time for her to go home and although I know she had a good time here, she was ready to be back in her own nest, I think. She was a very good girl besides the not falling asleep thing but she didn't do that on purpose. I guess she just wasn't sleepy. At one point this morning she did tell me that she thought her other grandmother was wiser than I am which I thought was hysterical. Not because I think I'm wiser than she is, but because Maggie would say that. There wasn't even any context for the remark as far as I can remember but it may have something to do with her other grandmother believing in god, which of course, I do not. I told her that I figured that her other grandmother is wiser in some things and I am wiser in others. 

When I took her home, I wanted to go by Publix to pick up a prescription and then I took the interstate home. The clouds were amazing. 

"Look up!" Ross always said and I do. Oh, I do. 

This afternoon I picked the garden again. It was quite overcast and for awhile, rain had threatened so it was a tiny bit cooler. Still, I got as sweaty as I always do. The humidity here is 88% today. 
I'm expecting those gills to start forming any minute now. 

Just when I thought the green beans were definitely done, this happened. 

I thought the cherry tomatoes were about exhausted too but I wanted to make a chicken recipe that called for two cups of them so I gathered what I could and I think I have plenty. I picked zinnias too, to bring into the house. Look at that color on this one. 

It is the palest pink, but almost has a tinge of gray in it. Ashes of roses? I don't know but I surely do love it. 
I picked a huge amount of crowder peas and field peas, too. That has to be my next project. Those I freeze because they freeze so beautifully. I just blanch them, cool them, and put them in freezer bags in serving sizes. I'm going to cook some tonight though. 

So. The question of the day- did Mr. Moon get his phone activated? 
YES! Yes he did! It took the Verizon tech quite awhile but they got it done. Meanwhile, he filled out one more form on the Dollar Rent A Car site about knowing that his phone was in the Las Vegas airport office, there being a claim number on it, but no one was responding to the situation. 
Within an hour, he'd gotten an email back and the phone should be arriving any moment now. Problem is, when it was shut down, it was immediately made illegal to sell in the US. No problem for Mr. Moon, though! When he goes up to Canada to hunt this fall, he will be selling it to his friend Gary who lives there. 

But the important thing is, he has a phone and when he goes fishing this weekend, I'll feel so much better knowing that he'll call me when the boat gets in and tells me they're all safe. And knowing that I can call him if I need him. 

One last thing. 

I am listening to this book. 

I absolutely guarantee that you will never, ever read another book with so much profanity in it. She profanes so much that I feel like I need to go to Profanity Training Boot Camp. Ms. Jones is a comic and I really knew nothing about her until I listened to a podcast in which she was a guest. She intrigued me and I put her book on hold on my library audio book app and it's like listening to a 13 hour performance by the woman. My Lord, but she has worked her ass off to get where she is today. She is bigger than life, six feet tall, and she laughs and she cries and she probably says, "Motherfucker" in at LEAST every other sentence. It's completely different than most of the books I read either with eyes or ears but it is a rich story of one Black woman's journey to succeed in a career which has historically been made up mostly of men, and those mostly white. There have been many famous and successful Black male comics but Leslie was one of the first Black women to break through all the different sorts of prejudice. 
I'm learning a lot. 

I'll be back tomorrow with even more wisdom, I'm sure. 

Love...Ms. Moon