From The Sublime To The Ridiculous

I just got a text from Mr. Moon that they'd made it to Canada! Hurray! My god, that man needed to get out of this house and away from his constantly worrying wife. Are men and women supposed to live together? I am really not sure they are.
He kissed me good-bye this morning around 2:30 and off he went. Of course I slept for approximately another ten hours before I got up. He'd made my coffee and set it for me which is what he does. And he left me one of his sweet, sweet notes. 

After I'd been up for awhile, I realized I hadn't seen Maurice yet. I am worried that we do have some sort of cat-stealing predator around here and I don't know what I'd do if Maurice disappeared too. I looked for her in the Glen Den but she was not there and I checked the library to find her being the Queen of Sheba amongst the bears.

Looks like she's been in another fight. Maybe she's in the Fight Club which would explain why she can't talk about it to me. 

Yesterday a dear friend texted to see when he might be able to run by and drop me off a little gift that he bought for me when he and his wife were in NYC recently. We arranged for him to come over here around one and sure enough, he and his wife and their two beloved darling rescue dogs pulled up in the driveway a few minutes before one.

This is a man I've known for at least thirty-five years or so. He was my Weight Watcher leader at one point and I fell in love with him. He was so funny, so outrageous, so courageous, so dear and darling and we became fast friends. We can go years without seeing one another but it's one of those relationships where you just pick up where you left off and on you go. I adore his wife too. They met in high school and got married soon after they graduated. They had two kids, have raised them, and now they have grandchildren and grand adventures. They travel as much as they can, doing cruises all over the world and regular, non-cruise trips, too. Their next big trip is going to be Japan and my friend is so excited. His wife- well, not quite so much but she adores him and she must enjoy the travel at least a little bit.

And since my friend posts so many pictures on Facebook of their travels, I feel that I can vicariously go to distant places with them. 

And all this is to say that what John brought me today from NYC is this. 

He knew I'd love it, and I do. They spent some time visiting the Strawberry Fields memorial for Lennon in Central Park and said it was so peaceful, so quiet, so respectful. It really made an impression on them. 
And now I need to find another place of honor to hang it. 

I will. 

I did go to town today and that is a long story involving a Cologuard test that I had to do. 
(Can you hear the tires screech as we do a hard left on the highway of what we were talking about?)

For whatever reason, my doctor just makes me do the Cologuard test which is a test for colon cancer that you can do in the privacy of your own home. You get sent a box filled with everything you need plus such specific instructions and illustrations that I do believe an intelligent chimpanzee could do the test and send it in. 
This is the third time I've done this and it gets no easier for me. There is just something about it that I, a nurse, cannot deal with. And it's not just the poop aspect. So that box has been sitting in my bathroom like a lurking dragon and this morning I thought, well, I certainly have all the privacy in the world and I did it, even though it made me so anxious that my mouth had not a molecule of spit in it. Of course that wasn't what was being tested so...who cares?
And after I got everything all boxed up the way the instructions told me to, I had to send it back to the company for testing. 
For some reason (I'm an idiot) I did not realize that I needed to send it from a UPS place rather than a FedEx place. So I ended up carrying my box of very well enclosed and wrapped...testing material...into three different places until I finally found a UPS drop off. 

Of course all of what I just discussed is way, way easier than getting a colonoscopy but at least with the colonoscopy you get drugs. I wonder if I could talk my doctor into letting me have the drugs to get through the Cologuard process? 
No. He would not. That would be the answer to that question.
So now I wait to see if anything worrisome shows up. 

I read this recipe in the NYT's cooking app newsletter today.

I decided immediately that I must have that for supper. 

Here's my shopping list for Publix today.

Mission accomplished. 

Just talked to the man. They are all checked in to the hotel where they're spending the night and will travel on to their hunting destination tomorrow. 
God, he's happy. 

I am too. 

A little teeny tiny bit of piano was played so very, very badly just a little while ago. I'll do better tomorrow. Or not. I'll still enjoy it. 

Love...Ms. Moon