If Only We Were All Maggies

This is a picture of a near-miracle. Last night after I'd cut my finger and pierced my heel with a chunk of glass, I let the poached pears burn. I rarely burn anything but in this case- well, it is surprising how fast a poaching liquid of water, sugar, and lemon juice can boil out, even if mostly covered, and then burn like hell. This is one of my precious Le Creuset skillets and I was devastated. However, between soaking with water and dish detergent AND dishwasher detergent, and making a paste of Bartender's Friend to put on it, and scrubbing for a very long time, and using a wooden chopstick to chip away at the burned parts, I got it all. And I do not think I have harmed the enamel. 

Remember yesterday when I was talking about not being able to focus on anything? I obviously was not focused on my poached pears. 

So. Another day, another cluster fuck. I've really tried today not to check the news every hour or so. I've done okay with that. But you know what? That doesn't really help. You know damn well that shit is happening even as you're trying to forget about it for a small space of time. I cannot compartmentalize that well. In fact, all of my worries and anxieties and fears overlap and come together, creating a stinking muck of a brain-clog. 
That is a rather unpleasant image, isn't it? 
Sorry. 

I started out the day going BACK to town to get a filling. Remember the crater in my tooth, blah, blah, blah? The new dentist whom I really, really like, had said that instead of putting a crown on it, she was going to try and just add whatever that stuff is that dentists fill teeth with to what's there. It's a big chip, not a cavity. And when she looked at it today she decided that she didn't even need to numb the area, that she could just add the compound and then level it off (this is how the procedure seemed to go to me) and send me on my way. 
And that's what happened. 
I did get a pretty large hit of serotonin when I got out of that chair with no pain and no long wait to get half of my face back. 

I stopped at the library on the way home and got three books I really think I'll like and that made me happy, as most of you can understand. 

And the rest of the day has been spent picking greens, chopping greens, slicing onions, cooking frozen field peas, making a little over a pint of chili oil, feeding the sourdough and, oh yeah- trying to figure out how the hell to get signed into my credit union app because for some reason I had not saved either my user name or my password and that took three calls to the credit union but I finally got logged on and THEN, I had to answer a security question and it was, "What was your father's middle name?" 
Y'all- my father had no middle name. His name was Vaughn Miller, Jr. 
This required another call. The tech lady suggested that might have been one of the questions that Mr. Moon had set up which made perfect sense. We have several accounts and both our names are on all of them. Which meant that I then had to go and select three security questions of my own which I did. 
Finally, I was able to access my balance which was all I wanted to do in the first place. 
Sigh. 

That's it. I just read a few headlines and I have to process what's going on now. I also have to get my kitchen in order and make cornbread. Greens, beans, and cornbread. 
My chinese cabbage is bolting. What weird, weird weather. 

But I still have plenty of greens. 

These are being cooked as we speak. 

And here is the best thing you're going to see all day. 

Ms. Magnolia June got her haircut yesterday. There's a WWE wrestler whom Maggie admires and her hair is short on one side and long on the other and Maggie wanted hers like that too. 

She's our fierce girl. Our determined woman-baby. She knows what she wants. And she usually gets it. 

I can safely say I've never had a tenth as much confidence as that nine-year old has in my entire life. God, I adore her. 

Love...Ms. Moon