A Quiet Sunday

I went outside a little while ago to turn the garden sprinklers off and pick green things for the tonight's salad (kale, collards, mustards, arugula, turnips, basil) and it was firmly right in the middle of being the golden hour. The sun was just drenching the tops of trees with glory and gold like pretty ladies, dressed in their fanciest dresses and wearing their most glittering jewels, leaning towards each other to gossip and whisper as the musicians tune up at a soiree. 

I've never been to a soiree that I can remember but I'm sure that's what it's like. 

Another beautiful, coolish day today and I spent most of it inside or on the back porch and I'm not sure why but I guess I was just lazy. Mr. Moon did not get up early to go hunting but Vergil did and he caught a deer but was finished cleaning it before I even got up which was a little embarrassing but that's what happened. 

I haven't seen the pretty black cat today. Not even a glimpse. So I'll give you some pictures of Maurice. 

That was her, sitting politely at the dinner table. She got a little too interested in what was on the plates at one point, though.

Mr. Moon had to have a little word with her. 

And then the funniest thing happened this morning. I was making our Sunday breakfast which we eat on the back porch and we had the door closed to keep the night's cool air in and Glen called to me in the kitchen to come look at something. I joined him at the window in the door and he said, "Look at Maurice." She was on the rug on the porch in front of the door, lying on her back, just soaking up the sunshine and doing a little grooming. Nothing out of the ordinary. 
"Now watch this," he said, and saying the words, "Roll over," he waved his hand from one side to the other and damn if that cat didn't stop what she was doing and ROLL OVER! 
"No way," I said. "Do it again."

And he did. Over and over and every time he said roll over, and waved his hand, she'd roll from one side to the other. 
We were both flabbergasted. I tried it and she did the same thing. 
"We have a trained cat!" I said. 
I really should have filmed it. It was unbelievable. Maurice doesn't listen to a thing we say although I am sure she understands everything and could probably speak English herself if she wanted to. I decided that she was just fucking with us this morning, playing some sort of mind game to illustrate her ability to understand and respond to prove that she could if she wanted to but she doesn't want to and never will. 

Ooh boy. 

And y'all- that was the most exciting thing that happened today. I made our Sunday breakfast and the biscuits were exceptionally good, I did the Sunday crossword, I did a load of laundry, Mr. Moon went to Moon Plaza to get some more things done there. 

I stopped in at a thrift store on my way home on Friday after having lunch with Liz and bought four new place mats and three new napkins. I know- big haul. But I decided that I was going to get rid of some of my old placemats and a few napkins to even things out a little so I went through the baskets which hold the napkins and placemats and I culled a few things. While I was doing this, I found six very unusual and to my eye, gorgeous silk napkins which I have NO memory of acquiring or having at all. None.

They appear to be vintage. Linda Sue- did you send me these? Maybe one of my kids gave them to me. 
I have no clue. 

I just showed them to Glen and said, "Next time we have Lon and Lis for dinner we can use them." And then I said, "Of course I will have forgotten about them by then."
"Yes," my husband said. "That is the problem."

We are a matched set in this way, our minds seemingly losing abilities and capabilities at about the same rate. This is both scary and reassuring, tragic and funny. 

As long as we can keep laughing, we'll be okay. 

I think. That's a theory, anyway, and I've never lacked for a plethora of those. 

I'm going to go peel some shrimp and oh! Maurice just brought in a mouse. She's such a good kitty cat. 

Love...Ms. Moon