First World Problems And End-Of-The-World Problems. And A Zinnia

This morning when we went out to look at the garden and turned on the sprinklers, I tried to catch how lovely it was with the zinnias all jewel-like in the sun and the water making rainbows over everything but it didn't really come out the way I'd wished. Sometimes pictures make things look better than they are and sometime, they don't begin to represent the true beauty. I am sure that a great deal of that depends on the person taking the picture. I swear- if I get a good picture, it's pure luck. 

Now with a zinnia like this, all you need to do is point and shoot. 

I love how this particular variety has squared-off petals. 

Although it's nice to have Mr. Moon home again, there has been more than a little frustration due to the fact that he does not have his phone. I don't know about you but Glen and I feel like we're missing a limb if we don't have our phones. And here, Mr. P., you can feel free to laugh at us but this is our world and how we live in it. First off, we both listen to audio books and, in my case, podcasts on and off all day long. We reach for our phones to check the weather, to get texts and yes, calls. I use mine to take pictures all the time. And identify plants. And insects. Any question we may have, whether it's about some mysterious warning message on the car or who that film actor is can be instantly answered with The Google. 
I don't even need to mention social media which I am mostly just on FaceBook but that's bad enough. 
And, Mr. Moon uses his phone for business although it's much more part-time than it used to be. 
So today was rough. He left his phone in the rental car he returned in Las Vegas and realized he'd left it behind just a few minutes later but he and Brenda were running late to catch their plane and he didn't have time to go back. He figured it would not be that hard to call the rental place and tell them about the phone and they would find it and overnight it to him. 

Haha!

I won't go into all the details because they're boring as shit but he's been dealing with the phone insurance situation all day because the rental car people hadn't been able to find the phone and he thought he'd have to replace it and so on and so forth and of course he had to use MY phone to make these calls. At one point, I walked into the Glen Den and I could hear the woman who was supposedly helping him from the insurance place telling him all about her family and how their children were in college and how blessed she was to have such great children and a loving husband. "And he also says I'm a loving wife!" I heard her say proudly. 
Ooh boy. 
Honestly, I think by that time she already knew the names of all our children and grandchildren and their pets. Glen's a friendly guy. 

I did get my phone back long enough to take it on my walk because I use it not only to listen to a book or a podcast to distract me from the torture but also I have an app called "Map My Walk" which tells me my exact milage or, yardage. Whatever. I need this so that when I've walked what I consider to be a decent walk, I can come home. Today, however, I did not reach that point. It was so fucking hot and so fucking humid I just couldn't do much. And I am not ashamed. I'm just proud of myself for doing what I did. 

But I was acting a little pissy about having to share my phone (MY PHONE) and then I had a talk with myself and apologized for being selfish and made him a BLT and now he's gone over to check on Tom with MY PHONE because someone is supposed to call him from the rental place because they did find HIS PHONE but there are hold-ups to getting it overnighted back here and someone has to call him and they have the number of MY PHONE because how else would they get in touch with him? 

I know it's just a tiny little First World cluster-fuck problem and we'll have forgotten all about it by next week. 

I got one of my tiny goals accomplished today by weeding the flower/banana/herb bed beside my kitchen. It was overcast for awhile and I took the opportunity but it was still wicked hot. And I got stuck by rose thorns that look more like piranha teeth than anything belonging to a plant and I didn't begin to start working on the border grass/chenille plant/Virginia creeper problem there which is threatening to choke the entire area. 

I do love to bitch, don't I? 

Maurice has just come up on the porch which reminds me that she has already made her peace with her primary human and taken a few naps with him on his chair. He slept well last night but I think he's got a pretty serious sleep deficit going. 

I hope Glen finds Tom moved into his perfect little Tiny House and has the AC on and has figured out how to use the stove. 
Well. I suppose dreams can come true. But I'm not betting the ranch on this one. 

I just noticed that the way the late-afternoon sun is shining through the window in the bathroom off the kitchen is as pretty as a poem. It's making a pattern on a leaf I'm rooting of the lace curtain behind it and also its own twisting stems and I thought, "Oh! I need to take a picture of that!" 
And then I realized- I don't have MY PHONE!

I would discuss the person that Trump has chosen for his running mate today but I've been negative enough already. Add to that the fact that his Florida Fan Girl judge, Aileen Cannon, dismissed the documents case against him (remember when they found all those classified documents at Mar-A-Lago, even in a BATHROOM, that the Orange Intestine was using to make lists on and impress his buddies with??) on grounds that the appointment of and funding for Special Counsel Jack Smith was illegal and I just can't deal with another damn indication that the Age of Aquarius has come and definitely gone, only to be replaced by The Horror of Hitler Part II. 

Too much? 
Well, I agree. Too much for me to take in. 

Let's remember to be as kind to each other as we can. Beyond that, I have no advice whatsoever. 

Love...Ms Moon