Thursday, July 17, 2025
Tuesday, July 15, 2025
Are We All Packed Yet? What Do You Think?
Well, that much is packed. I have absolutely no control when it comes to packing dresses. As I texted Jessie today, I think I'm afraid the ones I leave behind will be sad. There sure isn't any logical reason to bring that many. However, I will point out that that is a carry-on sized bag so it's not so terrible. Of course I'll have a bag with my fan and pillows and books in it and a bag with my toiletries and meds and all that stuff in it. And the bag holding my needlework projects in case I have some time on my hands. And of course jars of pickles and a bag of green beans and, oh gosh. I don't know.
Speaking of books, I got so angry today. And it was ridiculous anger and useless anger and pointless too. I went to the library specifically to get "Confederacy of Dunces" and Barbara Kingsolvers "The Poisonwood Bible" because both of those would be good ones to read aloud on the trip but I did not really consider the fact that the library we use, which is a branch library, would have neither one of those.
But if you want a book by some crime novelist who cranks 'em out by the dozen, you've got a good chance it'll be there.
FUCK ME!
Oh well. This is hardly a world-class problem.
I pulled Colson Whitehead's "Harlem Shuffle" from my shelf because I love that book and I'd love to read it to Glen. The n-word does crop up a lot due to the fact that all of the characters except for the crooked cops are Black, many of them gangsters, and although Mr. Whitehead is absolutely allowed to use that word in a book set in the 1960's I just can't wrap my mouth around it. This presents a problem. I am listening to a book right now where the author is white and he narrates the book. He also uses the n-word but as with Whitehead, always in context because he is writing about a murder trial set in the '60's where the accused are a Black man and his wife and it's set in Virginia. BUT, he cannot speak the word, the author, I mean, and so he says in the forward that he uses the first two letters as in "Ni-" which is not really a great substitute but it was the best one he could think of.
I may try that.
I have already read "Harlem Shuffle at least twice and I've read the second in what is going to be a trilogy, according to Whitehead, which is "Crook Manifesto". The third book has not come out yet.
So there is that.
The heat has remained oppressive but a possible tropical depression looming off the east coast is supposed to bring some rains and hopefully cooler temperatures as well as possible flooding, of course. This is Planet Earth, 2025. And here we go again as hurricane season really gets going.
I texted Jessie today to ask her if she could ask the boys if there's anything they'd like me to bring them and August responded, "Their TV."
Oh, he's a funny boy. I can't believe I'll get to see those crazy brothers in two days. I also can't believe we're going to hit the road tomorrow.
We've talked about how we'd really like to get an earlier start than we usually do but the odds of that are slim. Oh, but we are old now and we like to take our time. Let everyone pass us because we are in no real hurry anymore.
I will be taking my laptop. I will probably NOT be posting every day and answering comments will not be a priority. Nor will reading blogs and commenting on them but I will do my best while at the same time, knowing full well that the world will still rotate around the sun if I do not.
Take care, y'all. I'll be checking in and that's for sure.
Love...Ms. Moon
Monday, July 14, 2025
Hot. And I'm Not Talking About Brad Pitt
Definitely made by a real human.
And so forth. I could go on all day but you probably get the idea.
"Damn," I said. "My new dress!"
And Lily said, "That's a new dress? I thought it was your old one!"
They do share several similarities and I have no doubt passed on the genes I have which are sort of useless when it comes to remembering details on things we've seen a hundred times. A thousand times. Lily said that she's always been worried that if she witnessed a crime and the police asked her to describe the suspect, she would have no idea how to do that. I am the same. I told her that I've always feared one of my children going missing (well of course!), one of the reasons being that if they asked me what the child was wearing when they disappeared, I would have to admit I had no idea.
"Clothing?" I would say.
But I got two very nice compliments on the dress. Mostly the color and I get compliments on the other dress that Lily confused it for on its color. They are, as I said, quite similar in that regard.
I mean- a Flax dress is a Flax dress.
I am not at all ready to leave on Wednesday. I keep thinking that I can easily get everything done tomorrow that I need to get done. I suppose I will get it all done but it's probably not going to be that easy. My plan is to pack lighter than I usually do. When we're up there, I only wear my overalls at the house and a dress when we go out but we don't go out that often. And when I say "go out" I mean to a restaurant or something because I wear the overalls while shopping for groceries and stuff too. Also, I really don't need to take books to read to the boys and I don't need to bring art supplies and I don't need to bring kitchen tools and I don't need to bring mass quantities of food. I do need to bring the martini shaker. And the vodka. Booze is expensive in North Carolina. I do not know why but it is. I need to bring my pillows and also my bedside fan which I cannot sleep without and a power strip and all my meds and my hormones and, and, and...
Just like the coolness of winter is a fleeting dream right now.
Sunday, July 13, 2025
Starts Off Pretty Light. Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse Of Young Girls, Pedophilia
Well, I'd just about convinced myself that there was no need whatsoever to go out in the oven we call outdoors here to pick beans. Surely, surely, they were done or just about done and not worth picking. The vines are turning brown and I was ready to hand the whole bean project over to fate and stink bugs and Georgia Thumpers but no, I had to go out there today with my basket and by golly, I bet I got at least two pounds of the things.
I came in the house drenched in sweat and showed Mr. Moon what I'd picked and he, too, was astounded.
"These are the best beans in the world!" I announced.
We agreed this is true. So I can take beans up to North Carolina. They can go in the chicken and dumplings and other things. We know I have to make chicken and dumplings at some point.
I also picked some tomatoes and cucumbers.
One obvious defiler of the Caprese even suggested very thin slices of onion! Oh god. You'd think a priest would be needed to exorcise the demons from an apostate who dared utter such heresies.
Yeah. Like that. Who says breasts are supposed to stick out in the right places and on the correct levels? I know that some women have very large breasts they feel they need to restrain and that's fine. I would never, ever tell a woman who wants to wear a bra that she shouldn't.
I hope I don't get arrested for saying that.
Saturday, July 12, 2025
In Which I Discuss Invasive Plants Once Again. Skip This One If You've Heard Enough About That Shit
So attractive, right? I should be ashamed to even post this picture.
That's the view from the door leading out of the laundry room. The building you see there which needs massive wood replacement (as does the whole house) is the old kitchen, which was my writing room for quite awhile but is now Glen's office. And that ancient picket fence just needs to go. We discuss this often.
That unattractive strip of dirt and overgrown iron plants as well as overgrown border grass is part of the old kitchen garden which I bitch about all the time because I've let it go to hell and it, like all the rest of the yard, is filled with ALL the invasive plants and for the past few months, every time I looked out at that view, I felt terrible about all the glory bower and other plants that I haven't even identified, just running amok. And it drove me crazy and I vowed, every time I saw it (at least three times a day), that I would do something about it.
So today I waited until it got to the apex of the heat index (that's probably an incorrectly written sentence in every way but, whatever) and put my long overalls on and got the garden cart and a shovel and the trowel and the old canning kettle that I throw weeds in and I cleaned out as much of the area as I could before passing out.
And that wasn't much.
But at least I got some of it.
I am going to get some help with this yard. Perhaps that'll happen when we get back from North Carolina. I can't believe it but we're leaving on Wednesday, taking our time, and arriving on Thursday. I'm not feeling as anxious as I usually do about a pending trip because we've done this one so many times we practically know each and every turn in the road, as well as good places to stop and pee.
I am very excited to see Jessie and Vergil and August and Levon. I am sure that August and Levon have both grown at least a foot. I wonder how soon it will be that every one of my grandchildren is taller than I am. Two down, three to go.
Meanwhile, I am trying to get things done that need doing before we leave. Today I made up the bed with clean sheets in the guest room for Mark, house-sitter extraordinaire. I've made sure that I have plenty of all my medications and will get those organized. I need to go to the library and return books and get new books. I haven't yet figured out what book I'll be reading to Glen on our trip. This is tradition. So I need to do that.
Of course I have to pack and I am grateful that this year I will have a few more options in that department. Some months ago I ordered a brand new, not from e-bay, linen dress. When it arrived, it was a tad too small and I didn't feel comfortable in it but knowing that I was about to ask my doctor to prescribe one of the GLP-1's, I did not send it back and now it fits quite well, is a lovely shade of blue, has deep pockets, and could hardly be more comfortable. It was a little too long and I had hoped to get that taken care of today. I did not finish the task but I have it all ready to sew the hem now.
I just checked the weather for Black Mountain for next week and it would appear that it's going to rain every day. Oh well. La-di-dah. At least it's only going to be in the eighties and not the nineties. What a relief that will be.
Friday, July 11, 2025
A Very Fine Visit And A Little Time Travel
Supper last night made Maggie so happy. She loved the grouper and the macaroni and cheese and had plenty of cut-up vegetables to go with it all. She was sincerely a happy girl. And she kept telling me how glad she was to be here and how much she loves it here and she kissed me about one million times. I mean, she was just pure sweet.
She didn't fight me at all when I told her it was time for her bath and she didn't get water all over the bathroom and she brushed her teeth without being asked. Twice. She brushed them and then she had ice cream and so she brushed them again.
We got the light situation in the guest room all figured out along with the quilt and pillows. And she wanted me to read to her and I loved that with all of my little ol' meemaw heart.
She slept fine and told me this morning that she'd loved having that whole big bed to herself to roll around in all she wanted. She was still in a fabulous mood when she got up and I made the pancakes and bacon and eggs. I put blueberries and pecans in Glen's pancakes but Magnolia didn't want anything to cover up the delicious flavor of the pancakes. That's what she said, anyway. And she didn't want butter or syrup on them for the same reason.
After breakfast it was time for us to play some card games. Go Fish and Battle. I won Go Fish. She won Battle. At that point she was really ready to do something with her grandfather but Glen was on the phone and drowning in paperwork, trying to get insurance on Owen's car so that Lily can drive it and so can O. And I am not sure what else he was doing but it looked and sounded like a lot. He tried to explain this to our girl but she did not like it.
She sulked a bit. I really don't blame her. I had some things I needed to do so she was on her own for a while and eventually, she got out the old toy tent and filled it with pillows and dolls, crawled in with them and had some sort of pretend thing going. I finally asked if she'd like me to show her how to crochet and she said she would so we tried that but she got frustrated. Then we did some other things which I cannot remember and finally Glen was done with what he was doing but by then it was early afternoon and he had things to do in town, of course, so he took her home. By then she was over her deep sorrow and there were more kisses and hugs and off she went with Boppy.
So it was a very good visit. Of course I was fairly exhausted by the time it was over. I've been having a lot of what I am 99% sure is kidney stone related pain and that's wearying too.
Fridays are my day to weigh and even stepping on that scale once a week stresses me out. I even had a dream about Weight Watchers this morning. I've been consistently and slowly losing, which is good and today it seemed like the scale caught up with the way my clothes have been fitting. I've lost an average of two pounds a week and I think that is great.
I took my ninth dose of Zepbound this morning, up one more increment in dosage. I always respond to the injection so quickly and today is no different. I made a pot of red beans this morning after soaking the beans all night and I'll make some rice to go with them. I'll air fry some okra to round out the cajun theme. Or is it Creole? Don't ask me. At this moment though, I have absolutely no desire to eat beans and rice or okra either. Or anything else for that matter. However, I will eat some, of course. I am still absolutely amazed at how my relationship with food has changed.
I heard two hosts on a podcast the other day talking about a friend of theirs who has lost three hundred pounds without the use of any medication and how much they admire him for that. So do I! I mean, that is fucking amazing and shows dedication like I'll never have. But the way they talked about people losing weight on the GLP-1's, made it sound like they believe you just take the medication and the weight magically melts off.
This is so not true.
The drugs allow someone to make the good choices for healthy weight loss without the feeling of deprivation, constant hunger, or the massive guilt that can occur with a "slip." And I say this as someone who has lost at least a hundred or more pounds over her lifetime, only to gain them back.
In a way, it has felt like magic to me but a very biological and sensible magic that I had never imagined possible.
So. There is that.
Glen brought the chair home. Of course Mr. Eagle Eye had to ask me if I'd noticed all the stains on it and so on and so forth and I said, "Yeah. And they don't bother me."
They're not that bad at all.
I helped him bring it in from his 4Runner and I can attest that it is a good, solid chair and after sitting in it again, I hereby designate it as a Comfy Chair.
For the moment it is in the library where it looks very much at home.
I discovered today that the pinecone lilies are sending up their cones.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Adventures With My Granddaughter
I picked up Ms. Magnolia June around two-thirty and I asked her if she'd like to go to Oak Tree Treasures for a little shop-around. Oak Tree is the resale place whose proceeds go to Big Bend Hospice that rents in Moon Plaza. She said she'd like that very much and so off we went. I'm not sure about Maggie but I had a very nice time. She was so polite and so very sweet and patient and so very, well, mature.
About the first thing we saw when we walked in was a lovely older velvet armchair which looked to me as if it would go quite nicely with the rug Glen and I bought a few weeks ago for our bedroom in the cabin. Sort of an aquamarine on the greener side of things. I sat down in it to give it a try and by golly, that is one comfortable chair. It does show some signs of wear but so do I. And the price was right. I know I took a picture and I swear I sent it to Glen but I guess I didn't because it is just not on my phone anywhere. But I did text him about it and he said to get it if I wanted it and I thought about it while Maggie and I shopped. They have some pretty cool things there and I was happy to find a present for a friend. Maggie and I discussed things we saw and it really got interesting when we got to the jewelry section. They have a lot of old costume jewelry and Maggie found a ring that she fell in love with. It's an old cocktail ring with a huge stone and as we were looking at it, the woman behind the register came over and told us that she herself had donated those rings and that she would love to give one to Maggie!
WHAT????
And so Maggie is now the proud owner of a stunning ruby ring. Well, we've both decided that it's probably not a real ruby. The lady who gave it to her claimed that it was a magic ring and would help Maggie do really well in school.
Neither I nor my grandchild bought this, plus Maggie already does great in school. But we graciously accepted the claim along with the lovely ring.
I decided to buy the chair and lo and behold! It was senior discount day! So that was another 20% off. Good shopping!
Then we went to Publix and then we came home where we are now. For no reason whatsoever I am rather tired but I need to rally. I've got things to do, including making the dinner which Maggie asked for which is fish, macaroni and cheese, cut up carrots and cucumbers with ranch dressing, and blueberries. Sounds good to me.
Mr. Moon is on his way home from the lake house and although the sky is blue, there are great rumblings of thunder to the west of us. The weather widget shows no rain expected at all but I sure would love to get some.
I do believe that Maggie is finally ready to sleep by herself in the guest room. I told her that Boppy would be so tired and would want to sleep in his own bed tonight. She got that. He spent the day installing the toilet in the upstairs bathroom at the lake house and waiting for the internet tech guy. He got a call at five telling him they were going to have to reschedule it for another day.
Thanks a lot.
Well, at least the upstairs bathroom has a functioning toilet.
I've now just tried to help Magnolia put on a mermaid tail with a monofin that I ordered her because I promised her about two years ago that I would indeed buy her these items.
Have you ever tried to put a mermaid tail with a monofin on a child?
I finally said, "Honey, you're going to have to take this home and let Mama help you."
I feel as if I have done my part in buying the tail and monofin and Lily can take it from here. "Thank goodness for grown-ups!" said Maggie as I was struggling to put her feet into the stretchy-but-not-stretchy-enough feet things on the monofin. Being a Moon child, at the age of nine she is already wearing shoes at least as big as mine. I have a very sad feeling that wearing the outfit into the water is not going to make her immediately feel like a mermaid nor is she going to be able to swim with the grace and fluidity of a Weeki Wachee mermaid but who knows? Maybe she will with a little practice. I hope so. Dreams can come true, you know. Especially where there is determination.
I'm out. I'll try to get yesterday's comments answered but no guarantees.
Here's our girl.
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
I Seem To Be Thinking About Bathrooms
I went on another walk this morning. It was overcast so it wasn't quite as miserable as it is when the sun is beating down like someone left the broiler element on. It was still hot though and mighty humid and I've been sticky ever since. I probably should have taken a shower when I got home but knowing I wasn't going to see anyone today, I decided that I'd just wait for my before bed shower. I walked a little farther today and a little faster, too, which did feel good. I know I am moving more easily than I was two months ago.
Those morning glories are growing in a neighbor's yard and I do admire them. However, it's easy to see that they're taking over her yard, bit by bit, and I definitely do not need to introduce one more invasive plant here. But they really are stunning and I will happily admire hers.
I occasionally have something of mine to iron in that mess of clothes and have left dresses and shirts there so long that when I did find them, I'd forgotten I had them. Or, in the case of a dress I just recently found, I truly thought I'd left it in a hotel on our way home from NC last year. It had been hanging so long that it didn't need ironing so there's that.
I remember my mother's "maid" ironing in front of the TV, watching her soaps. I believe this was a fairly common practice. The women hired to clean the house were also expected to do the laundry, strip the beds, remake them, and iron the clothes.
And this was normal. Of course all the "maids" were Black women because that is how it was. And my mother depended on these women so much. We had one woman who worked for us who finally moved on for one reason or another and I can remember my mother saying she didn't even know where the broom was when she left.
I believe it too. And we were far from rich. Not even in the slightest bit close to well to do. But when "The Help" came out, I didn't even have the desire to read it. I lived it, albeit from the privileged white side and I never felt comfortable with the arrangement, even as a small child, and I have no idea why.
I have since read the book and it's a good one but there are problems with it, just as there are always problems when it comes to race and roles, history and societal mores, stereotypes and cruelties.
And so forth.
One thing the book did make me realize was that the very plain and basic bathroom built out of raw pine, located in the back of the garage, was most likely built for the help to use. Although it seems unbelievable now, Black maids were surely fit to clean the white folks' bathrooms but not to use them. As my old friend David used to say, "I shit you not."
Which is not inappropriate in this case.
Ironically, that bathroom was the only place in the house I felt relatively safe as it had a sturdy hook and eye latch. We lived in that house during the apex of the stepfather's abuse and I spent a lot of time in there. Or at least as much as I could without being viewed suspiciously.
Mr. Moon sent a picture of the cabin's upstairs bathroom floor which he redid today.
I think that Magnolia is going to spend the night tomorrow as her beloved Boppy is supposed to be home by then. There will be fun. There will be games.
There will be a nine-year old girl sleeping with me.
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
Summertime
This morning started off with a bit of a shock because when I woke up I saw that I'd gotten a text message and two calls from the guy who was coming to do the AC maintenance check. I knew he was coming this morning sometime but before nine?
Good Lord!
So I called him back and he said, "Well, actually, I'm here now."
All righty then!
I was already dressed and so forth and went to the kitchen door which everyone uses and yes, there he was. I let him in to show him where the thermostat was and then took him to the back porch to show him where the unit was.
The guy appeared to be about the same age as Owen and I feel sure he has not achieved his full growth yet. However, he had a lot of tattoos and seemed to be very, very shy. At one point he came onto the porch where I was and with his fingertips all touching in front of his chest, he said, "Would you mind if I used your bathroom?" I swear to you, I felt like that might have been the most difficult thing he'd ever done in his life.
Well of course I said I wouldn't mind at all and I showed him where it was.
He soon told me that everything looked good on the AC and I paid him and off he went.
I took a little walk and it was hot enough to qualify as torture. I stopped by the Post Office and Ms. T, the post mistress, was wearing a "vintage" Rolling Stones T-shirt. I was so delighted. "I love your shirt!" I said.
She grinned and said "Thank you." I wonder if she's ever heard one Rolling Stone song in her entire life.
Came home, cooled off a little, went back outside to the garden and picked more beans and more tomatoes, one okra, one pepper and some arugula along with Mexican and Thai basil. Also zinnias.
Came in and cooled down again, ate lunch, thought about things and decided that I might as well can some more green beans and so I did. Three quarts, one pint.
I missed Lis.
Are these things supposed to go in a pantry? I think not. Where else they'd go is a mystery, however, so for now, I'll probably just try and cull some of the tape, batteries, and extension cords.
I answered, "Thank god."
That man.
Monday, July 7, 2025
Getting Stuff Done
When we were in Monticello a few weeks ago, we walked by a big planter in front of the recently closed flower shop which is sad as that shop has been there ever since I first lived in Jefferson County back in the mid-seventies. It was a great flower shop and they sold plants too and gifts. You know how that goes. But I guess the owners finally came to the place where they just couldn't or wouldn't keep it going.
Which is all to say that the planter had a lot of flame lilies growing in it. Now I know that as with all lilies, they must be propagated via the bulbs or tubers but digging a bulb out of a planter, even one connected to a business that was, as we stood there, being dismantled, seems a little over the top.
I do not normally thieve plants at all. I just don't. There are a lot of rules I do not mind breaking but when it comes to theft, I am almost unable to bring myself to do it. But in this case, I plucked a little shoot off the many that were growing and because it was beautiful, I put it in a bottle and set it in the sunny window in the little bathroom off the kitchen. And you know what? I think it's going to bloom! It's actually got two little buds on it.
Now. Having said all of that, I did pinch a succulent from a planter in front of the store where we bought the rug but in my defense, I tried to ask the guy running the store if he minded if I did that but when I went back in to ask him, he was on the phone and it seemed as if he was going to be on the phone for a long, long time so I just did it. There were probably at least a hundred of the pretty little succulents growing in that planter so I figured it could spare one.
This is its temporary home until I get around to figuring out which pot I want to put it in.
I got so many things done today. Well, for me. Things I've been needing to do before we leave town next week. I texted our usual house-sitter who is a dream of a house sitter, and he can do five days. I'll find someone else to at least come in and visit with Maurice and make sure her feeder and waterer are working for the rest of the days. She is going to hate us being gone but life is hard.
I rescheduled a cleaning at my dentist's office which was going to happen the week we'll be in North Carolina, and I called the pharmacy that makes my bio-identical hormones to see if my damn doctor (not my beloved Dr. Zorn!) had finally called in a refill on my prescription because I am down to my last half of a dose and things are not great when I don't get my hormones. I had called in to the pharmacy a week and a half ago and they had faxed the doctor's office twice with no response. This always happens. The pharmacy makes up the prescription to be ready as soon as the doctor signs off on it and then we wait. I called myself on Thursday and wasn't sure at all that the person I talked to was truly going to get the message across to whoever needed to hear it but that must have worked because the refill had been sent in and my precious hormones were ready for pick-up. I have got to find another provider who will prescribe those for me. Since so many celebrities are going through peri-menopause and menopause and speaking up and speaking out about those topics, I have a feeling that a whole lot more women are demanding some hormones to keep themselves from melting down or flaming out.
I have to say this is a good thing. Women have spent way too many years without having the information we need when we reach these times in our lives which cause major changes in our bodies and in our minds and by god, that needs to stop right now. One of the things women are realizing is that peri-menopause and menopause itself have been sadly under researched and women have been getting the most ridiculous and absolutely non helpful advice from doctors since Eve told Adam to fuck off because she wasn't putting up with his shit one second more.
So that was that. I went to town and got my hormones and now the world is safe from my ire and the possibility of my spontaneous combustion. For another month, at least.
Another thing I needed to do was to go by my optometrist's office to get my prescription and then go to Costco to order a pair of sunglasses.
Y'all.
Here are the frames I picked out.
I am both shocked that I'd choose them, and hoping they get here quick, quick because I want to wear them!