I May Be Pretending To Be Sane

 

See the little moon there?  
Sorry about the screen.

Right now, the sky is lit with pink and fiery colors mingling with the last of the blue. Really, the first of the blue. We've had rain and gray clouds all day. It rained most of the night, on and off. The rain gauge (garden cart) showed a goodly amount of water that we'd been blessed with. I can feel the earth sighing in contentment, the trees stretching out their roots to take in the good, clean water. Now if it would just get a little cooler. I can't even work outside right now. And the humidity is way up in the summertime ranges. 88% right now. 

I've felt better today. Not about anything that's happening as pertains to you-know-what. Mostly because I haven't read much or watched anything about you-know-who except for a podcast done by Trevor Noah and his little band of fellow smart people. It was entitled "Harris vs. Trump: The Day After." 
I thought maybe it would give me a little clarity but it did not. I don't think they have any more idea about what happened and why on Tuesday than I do. And you know what? It makes no difference at this point about why or how. We are faced with a reality that brings us great distress but it is a reality. It is, in fact, our reality. And we have no idea what this reality will come to look like although we may have some ideas, but there's nothing I can do at this moment to change that reality and although I am not gracefully accepting it, I am aware that torturing myself with the possibilities of what's coming is doing no one any good. 
So. That's my philosophy at the moment. It may change before we eat supper. 

I went to my pre-procedure appointment today at the Digestive Disease Clinic. Did they really have to name it that? It's really a colonoscopy factory, to be honest. I liked the thirteen-year old nurse practitioner I met with. She was nothing but positive and pleasant and reassuring. My procedure is scheduled for January 13 at 3:00 p.m. with one of the doctors that Dr. Zorn had mentioned as someone he really trusted. 
And for this moment, that's that story. 
Again- it will do me no good to fret and worry until I have real reason to do so, and again, although that makes perfect sense, things could turn on a dime and I'll be a damn mess. I've never understood people who say they "choose" not to worry or even be unhappy. Really? How do you do that? Please put it in a jar and send it to me. 
I'll pay the postage. 

I've decided that I'm done with cleaning for the foreseeable future. Done, done, done. And the next few days will absolutely be filled with wedding things. We are meeting tomorrow at the venue to set up and decorate and organize. And have lunch. And then the next day- well, that's the day! 

Lon and Lis will be here sometime tomorrow. Their room is ready. 

I washed our sheets today because I will not have time tomorrow. Look at me- stepping right out of my routine! 
Hahahahaha. 

And lastly- here are August and Levon's school pictures. 

Okay. Seriously? This child has a sense of style unlike any child that age I've ever met. I love that he wore the necklace he made here. 

And August is my darling boy, as sure of himself as anyone could be. When Jessie took them shopping for clothes at Target last weekend, he picked out a shirt that had a very representative rainbow on it which included all the LGBTQ+++ tribes and people of different colors and Jessie said, "Now August, you know that when people see you wearing this they will think of you as someone who supports gay and lesbian people and transgender people and people who are not white," and he said, "Yeah." And that was that. 

We are so proud of of all our babies. They are about love. And oh, boy, are they going to have a good time at the wedding! 

Hurray! 

Love...Ms. Moon