Waiting

I took this picture last night at sunset time and was not pleased with it at all. The pink and the orange above the tree line was not that pronounced and the photograph did nothing for it except to fade it out a little more. But this evening when I was going through my photos, I realized that the pecan tree in the center there, with its shaggy bark, was really the star of the show, even in its dull grayness. I love the texture of it. 

Well. Okay. I got a text this morning from the local Digestive Disease Clinic informing me that my doctor had sent a referral for me and to call the number they gave me to set up a pre-procedure appointment. And I took a deep breath and I called the number and was informed that it was going to be awhile before anyone could get to me and if I wanted, I could request that they keep my place in the line of calls and call me back when someone was available to talk to me. 
I'm glad I chose that option because it took them just about two hours to get back to me which would have been a very long time to listen to Hold Muzak. The woman I talked to was very nice and I have an appointment on Thursday, yes, this Thursday, to go in and meet with the person I'm supposed to meet with in preparation for the colonoscopy. I am sure it will be scheduled at that point. 
So. As if this week wasn't full enough, let us add that appointment to the mix. It's okay though. I want to get this over with.

For some bizarre reason I began cleaning today. I guess it's the desire to not be totally ashamed when Lon and Lis come. You just don't see the dirt and dust and grime and disarray until you start seeing it through someone else's eyes. Or at least I don't.
That's a lie. I do see it but I ignore it. The problem with cleaning though, is that once you start, you truly realize how bad it is and the next thing you know you have a toothbrush in your hand trying to clean the corners of the window panes where the black dusty dirt of Lloyd has been collecting for... oh, who knows how long?

So far all I've done is dust and oil a few pieces of furniture, throw out some stuff that I know I'll never, ever use and which no one else would ever want, clean some windows, and wipe down mantels and all the stuff on them. If I had a bit of pride I would also be vacuuming out the fireplaces themselves, and washing curtains. 
I do not have that much pride. 
Lis and I have often joked about how we will not be doing the white glove test in each other's houses and I just have to say that there are not enough white gloves in all of Florida to test the surfaces in my house for dust. 

So I've done that and washed a quilt and towels. I have also activated Ralph, the Roomba, after giving it a cleaning too. He's been busy robot-ing all over the house today and I sure hope he's working. 

Mr. Moon met Maggie at the basketball game this morning. 

Isn't that a great picture? I bet she was so proud to have her tall, handsome grandfather there with her. 

And Jessie was at the game with Levon.

Mr. Cool. 

Glen said that the FSU women beat the opposing team something like 119 to 53 so I guess it was mostly fun to watch the home team make baskets. 

And he's just left again to go to a men's FSU basketball game. Oh, how he loves those games. I so wish I could have seen him play ball. That's a huge part of the man I married and I've never gotten to see so much as a thirty-second video of him on the court. 

I'm babbling. Everything I'm doing today is distraction. I've mostly kept emotion at bay with cleaning and making that appointment and listening to my latest audio book and doing crosswords online and watching stupid videos online and thinking about the wedding but I feel like all of that is wearing thin and my apprehension and fear is breaking through the walls I've tried to erect to protect myself from them. And let's be honest- the sheer terror of what it would be like to have that man in the Oval Office again. 

I am going to pottery class tomorrow with Jessie so that will be good and I'm also, hopefully, going to take my mother-of-the-groom dress and the slip to the alterations lady I talked to when Hank was getting his suit fitted. I have more cleaning to do. There is another tropical storm south of Cuba. Rafael. At this point it does not look like it will be another monster storm and the early predictions show it not having a great effect on Florida. But hey- another distraction! 

And. My Sasanqua Camilla is blooming and it is a glory. 

Soon the Camellia Japonicas will be blooming and that is always something to look forward to. 

My son is getting married on Saturday and this has been a very long time coming. Many of my most beloveds will be there to celebrate Hank and his darling Rachel. There will be love there, no matter what else is happening in the world. 

All right. Good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, we shall talk tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon