Winter Is Coming. My Toes Are Ready

This morning when I made the bed, I took the duckling off and replaced it with the real duck which has spent the summer in a closet, rolled tight and stored in a plastic bag. It is supposed to get down to fifty degrees tonight, forty-three tomorrow night. For many of us here, this is frigid weather, barely tolerable, but when it comes to bedtime, I leave the window open at least four or five inches, and then snuggle down deep in the cotton and down and I am as happy as I can be. 
And yes, the fan will be on too. 

After speaking so harshly about Maurice in yesterday's post, she did indeed come and sleep with me. However, she decided not to bother me until 3:00 a.m. at which time she jumped on the bed, then jumped on me and walked back and forth across my body a few times. 
I suppose she wanted to alert me to the fact that she was there but then, before she settled down, she went into puke mode. 
Maurice rarely, if ever, pukes. Jack vomited all the time but not Maurice. So I was a bit shocked. She had the excellent manners to only cough up a tiny blade of grass on the bed before jumping off and finding places in the laundry room and dining room to continue her purging. 
Sigh.
And then she settled back on the bed and we went to sleep and all was well. She was still there when I woke up this morning. When I got out of bed she looked at me with sleepy slitted cat eyes as if to ask, "Must we? Really?" but she jumped off and followed me to the kitchen. 

So she is back in my good graces. Mostly.

I swear, here it is Wednesday and I have done so very little with my time alone! I've gotten nothing done I had planned to do when Mr. Moon was gone. And he'll be back on Sunday! 
Today was taken up by meeting Lily and Jessie and Lauren in town where we went to the fancy kitchen store and I got a bench scraper and some new biscuit cutters. I've never had a bench scraper and I definitely think I need one. Now, as to biscuit cutters, I generally use a glass but the one I always use broke, I guess. I can't find it. It was an old wine glass. I liked it because it was the right size and, being a wine glass, was thin enough on the edges to make a nice biscuit. But now I have an entire set of them of various sizes and I am pretty excited about that. 

I really need to get a life, don't I?

Then the four of us had lunch and we laughed so hard. Boud always tells us what was discussed at her knitting group and I enjoy that so I'll give you a little bit of what we discussed over lunch. Children of all ages and stages, feeling guilty because as mothers that's what we do, misgendering people, people who post on FB about their sexual proclivities (S&M in this particular case) which really should have trigger warnings on them, why I find Beyond Meat to be scary (I know it's really not but that's how I feel), and other sundry things that I can't remember but we sure did find a lot of them to be hilarious. 

Then Lauren had to go to work and Lily and Jessie and I met Rachel at a nail place and we got our toenails done. 

I am back to my long-time love, OPI's "I'm Not Really A Waitress." I've had fun with aquas and blues over the summer but it is now the season for my toenails to be deep red. I think it's so funny how my toes are kinking up the same as my fingers with the toe knuckles swelling, just as my finger knuckles are. 

 

And so that was a beautiful day and I loved it and I got to see some of my babies and my feet feel beautiful, even in their aging and changing. And so what if I didn't have time to stitch or play piano?

Speaking of aging- I picked my last zinnias when I went outside to pick arugula. They are getting very small but they are still bright reminders of what summer brings. I think, if anything, their colors are even more beautiful than they were a month or so ago.

Some of those blooms aren't much bigger than a nickel. 

I believe that tonight's supper will be something based on this.

There will be more vegetables though, and I may cook some noodles to go with it, rather than rice. 

Stay cozy, everyone. 

Love...Ms. Moon