What A Woman. (Not Me)

All right. Here's another can-you-guess-what-this-is? picture. Sorry that it's so blurry but there's a reason for that which I'll go into in a minute. 

That, my friends, is a hurricane lily, the first one I've seen sprouting this year even though I've been keeping my eyes out for them. I knew they'd be here soon. They are the most curious plants. One day they're not there, the next day, they are. They're at least a foot tall and over the next few days, that one will open and reveal itself as a delicate and fancy orange-red blossom. They're called hurricane lilies because they bloom this time of year which is peak hurricane season.  
And I'd rather not think about that if you don't mind. 

So I screwed the pooch today and I screwed it good. My sciatic nerve situation has not disappeared but it's gotten better over the past week or whatever length of time it's been since it showed up so today I decided to take a walk. It was a little cooler this morning and I put on my shoes and took off down the sidewalk only to realize after about half a mile that this was not helping my pain in the least and in fact, was intensifying it greatly. Immensely. But of course I kept on because I am stupid as shit and by the time I turned around and started heading home, it got to the point where I came the closest I've ever been to calling Glen to come and get me. It was that bad. And I'm not a wuss. At least I don't think I am. We can never really know how well we tolerate pain because we have nothing else to compare it to. I know that childbirth and kidney stones are the two things that have hurt me the most and this nerve pain in my butt is nothing like that but it's enough to make me want to stop doing whatever it is I'm doing that's making it hurt. 
You know? 
But of course I did not call my husband. I had less than half a mile to go before I reached home and that would have been ridiculous so I kept walking and by the time I got to our place, I decided that it was somewhat better and passed the house and continued on to the post office because that's really a very short distance away and also because I AM STUPID AS SHIT and now I've just about crippled myself. 
So when I went to take that picture of the hurricane lily, I could not force myself to bend over properly or to (gasp!) kneel down to take a decent picture and so there you go and there you are and I'll do better with further pictures. I promise. 

Here's a picture I took on my walk, mostly just because I wanted to stop for a second and taking a picture was a good excuse.

Can you see the pecans? They will soon turn brown and drop. It's a sort of complicated process which I really don't know anything about but those are definitely pecans. 

Now. Let's discuss something important. Many of you here also read the blog 37 Paddington written by the amazing human being, writer, mother, wife, and friend, Rosemarie Robotham. Now stop right there, hit that link, and see what she's done now. 
What she's done is to co-author a book by our Supreme Court Justice, Ketanji Brown Jackson which has just been released. 

Excuse me. I have to fan myself for a moment. 

And...on top of all of that, guess what the #1 selling book on Amazon is right now? 

I cannot even tell you how thrilled I am for Rosemarie. She is...well. She's simply amazing. And I know how very, very much of herself she gives to the books she collaborates on. Blood, sweat, tears, and guts. That is the sort of woman she is. 

Go visit her now and then visit her again perhaps tomorrow where she'll be talking about the launch reception that happened last night at THE APOLLO THEATER and how gracious and light-filled Ms. Jackson is. 

I am so blown away. I cannot wait to read this book. 

And that's all I have to say tonight. 

Love...Ms. Moon