Incompetence. The Reason For Treason?

Today was pot-swap day. Which reminds me of a sign on a little bitty old house that used to be near FSU. The hand-painted sign said, "Pot Plants".
There is no doubt in my mind that the whoever lived there sold potted plants but oh, we did laugh whenever we saw it. 

So, no, of course I wasn't swapping cannabis with cannabis enthusiasts but rather shifting and repotting plants from their too-small pots to larger ones. For instance- the plant on the right up there was in the pot to the left and it was really getting way too big for it. The blue pot it's in now is one that Mr. Moon gave me for Christmas. The Swiss cheese plant was in a rectangular pot but I decided to move it to the Talavera pot. I hope I do not regret this. That Swiss cheese plant seems to thrive on neglect and I'm not sure we even need to put the modifier "benign" in there. 

The rectangular pot now has some rooted Rex begonias in it.

I have that one in the laundry room so I can watch and tend to it. 

I let most of my Swedish ivy die over the winter (bad plant mama, BAD plant mama) but I have some I had rooted and a little piece that did not die but was cheerfully living it's nice green life. So they are all now repotted in their same-old pot. 

That too is in the laundry room baby plant nursery. I repotted a very small jade plant and I desperately want it to grow bigger but I am and am not holding my breath on that. I used to have a giant jade plant and then it died and I still feel like a murderess. 

I cleaned up the porch a little and swept it, and haven't done a whole lot else. I did call the urologist's office early this morning and did the whole dance where you press three if you want to make an appointment and then are told that you're going to be waiting a long time so you should leave a message and your date of birth and someone would call back within 24 business hours or, if you want to just stay on the line, press two...
Okay. So that went on quite awhile until I finally reached a human and in my interaction with her I was transferred to a number which gave me no choice but to leave a message and so I did and they called me back this afternoon and I will go see the doctor on Wednesday morning. 

Got that? 

The stone is still hanging out, taunting me with its presence but of course by Wednesday, it will have retreated into temporary surrender and my urine will be as "pristine" as it was last time I was there but I'll be damned if I don't walk out of there with an order for some sort of scan. 

Here's a strange thing that happened today- I was on the back porch and heard a cat making the "I have killed game" call and I thought it was Maurice but no, she was right there beside me. So a few minutes later I heard the flap-flap sound of a vulture's wings and looked out into the yard and there was the other orange cat, Maurice's almost-doppleganger with a least a dozen buzzards all facing her/him. I think that she/he did kill some very small animal and the buzzards wanted it. They got it too. I saw one of them run in and snatch something and the cat ran away. Brave cat though, to face down a wake of buzzards. The birds stuck around for awhile, roosting in trees and then I guess they decided that was going to be it and took off with those distinctive wing sounds they have. 

I see that some of D.T.'s top officials accidentally texted secret war plans to the editor of the Atlantic. This is not a joke. This is not a test. This is the actual and factual truth and for this and this alone I think that the orange one should be tried for treason. 
Oh, you can go ahead and throw in a lot of other treasonous stuff he and his Trumpettes have done. I wouldn't mind that. But at the very least this is a perfect example of how absolutely unqualified officials can screw up things so badly that they are literally threatening the lives of thousands. Or more. 

There is no excuse for this. None. 

I guess I've had my say. I need to go cook our supper. Spicy mustard shrimp and rice. And other things. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Jessie told me that last night Levon made up his bed with his new blanket and was so proud he went and got her to come see. 
I could not be happier about that. I really could not.