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Am I the luckiest woman in the world? 
You bet. 
These were in a box from Linda Sue that arrived in the mail for me today. The box was literally gift-wrapped and when Keisha retrieved it from the back for me today she said, "What a beautiful box!"

I agreed whole heartedly. 

I brought the box home and opened it up and there were a few sweet things at the top and then...

When I discovered first the three pieces of bark cloth (look at those colors and patterns!) and then the Seminole dolls, I screamed OH MY GOD! over and over until, like I told Linda Sue in an email, my neighbors probably thought I was having a very satisfying sexual experience on the back porch. 

I am beside myself. I kissed each of the dolls and put them on the vanity in my room with the others I have. Practically an entire village of Seminole women now! I have carefully folded the fabric and put it back in the box for this moment until I decide what I am going to do with it. Whatever I do with it, it's going to beautify my house. It just looks so right here. 

The rest of my day has not been nearly as exciting. In fact, I've felt a bit flat. I have to go to a "wellness check-up" on Wednesday with my doctor because of a Medicare requirement. I had been given forms to fill out and this is how insane I am about going to a doctor- the thought of just filling them out has been haunting me for weeks. Sometimes I think I must have been in some way abused by a doctor as a child because I can think of no other reason to be this way. It almost all boils down to the fact that I don't want to share my most intimate body secrets with anyone and doctors get to judge my bodily fluids and their numbers and all that stuff and I do not like it. It's so invasive. I honestly would rather have a GYN appointment than get the results of a blood test. 
Just talking about it makes me crazy. My insides, including my blood, are mine and no one else's and if I die I die. 
Ahhhhmen. 

Ugh. So. There is that. 

Mr. Moon had gone to town to work on Moon Plaza and he'd texted me that a guy in St. Mark's was selling stone crab claws down there and would I like to go with him to buy some and get lunch? 
I did. Very much. So I was looking forward to that for a few hours and then Mr. Moon got home and told me that Crab Man had not answered his call and so it would probably be a waste of time to go all the way to St. Marks but he'd be glad to take me to lunch somewhere else. I sighed and said, "We have leftovers we should eat," and that's what we did and it was somehow disappointing but that was on me. 
And I don't know. It was just one of those days. I felt so tired this afternoon that I actually thought about taking a nap but didn't. I watched a few videos on how to center clay on a wheel. I need help there. I mean, one class was not enough to educate me and I feel so inadequate with the clay and the wheel and the supplies and tools that you need. Tomorrow is pottery class day and so I'll be getting up early and going to town and I'm sure it'll be fun because no matter what, being with Jessie is always a sweet time. 

Maybe the whole election thing is really sinking in despite all my efforts to at least keep a distance between myself and the horrible possible realities of it. I left a comment on Ellen's post today about how it's taken me this long to realize that not only does Trump have no guard rails protecting our democracy from his twisted goals, he also has no need whatsoever to please or not offend anyone because he cannot run again. Unless, of course, he does away with the Constitution and I would not even put that past him. But as it stands, he could not care less if he pisses off Unions and farmers and women and people of color and- oh, let's face it- anyone who is not white, male, cis-gendered, and financially successful. The richer the better, too because they are the ones who can give him money and lots and lots of it so that he will make sure that they can get even richer than they are now. 

There. Very late-blooming roses. They are a very nice thing to think about, aren't they?

Love...Ms. Moon