Seeing Things I've Never Noticed Before

 This is a very interesting photo to me. I took it last night as I was about to get ready for bed. What you are looking at is mostly the reflection of the wall to the left of our bed (my side, as you can probably tell) from the mirror on Glen's dresser. And as such, you are seeing things in front of or on the mirror as well as things that are across the room and to me, it is difficult to determine which is which. 

Here's another view from a different angle. 

House of mirrors, I guess. 

I have not been in the best of moods today. Nothing truly dire. It's just one of those days. We all have them. I wonder if the Dalai Lama has them? Days where he wakes up and thinks, "Really? Do they not make robes in any color but saffron?" (Note: I do realize that sometimes he wears other colored robes but just pretend with me for the sake of the joke. Thank you.)

I started out okay. I was having a typical dream when I woke up which involved all the usual totems. A falling-apart house with many washing machines and more laundry than I could ever do in all of them, many people I need to feed with not nearly enough food in the house, a child I need to take care of which brings me happiness and great nervousness because I am always losing the child, possibly a beach that sometimes features giant waves, sometimes features different marine animals, and is always rather threatening. 
These are some of the things I dream about regularly. I think even my brain is getting tired of trying to come up with anything new. 
So that wasn't anything out of the ordinary and I had all these plans to work in the garden and be all happy-hippie with life and I did get the laundry hung on the line and I kicked bamboo. Maurice helped me with both of these things. 

Yes. I kick bamboo in my flip flops. 

Here's an interesting photo of bamboo with a vine wrapped around it. 

Probably wisteria. More on that later. 

But then I just didn't want to do anything. Glen had already been to town to run some errands and was working on taxes and things like that and I asked him if he wanted to go to the Hilltop for lunch and he said he did so we drove over there. 

I just did not receive that same amount of joy I usually do, eating my chicken salad. This did not stop me from eating finishing every molecule of it. 
When we got home I still didn't feel like doing anything so I made a loaf of bread because I can always make a loaf of bread. It's like being productive without having to expend much energy. I am trying to explain my ennui on the pollen or perhaps the kidney stone although it's not really bothering me today. My eyes do burn a little which I feel certain every person in the North Florida/South Georgia area could say right now. 

I got the laundry off the line, made up the bed with the clean sheets. These things usually make me happy but today they just wore me out. 
It's been a day where everything annoys the hell out of me except for MY things and I don't mean like my jewelry or my potato masher or my clothesline although no, those things aren't bothering me. 

Perhaps I mean anything that isn't my specific problem or my specific interest or my...life? 
Could I be having a narcissism attack? Like a gall bladder attack except with narcissism? 

Two things that have made me happy today and made me smile and made me laugh were two voice message texts from Billy. 
I'll tell you something- Billy is the funniest person I know. Also, definitely one of the most loving, intelligent, and honest people I know.  He had taken his son, Waylon to a bull-riding event because Waylon really wanted to go and besides all that other stuff, Billy is the man I text every Father's Day to say the same thing which is that I wish that I had had a father just like him. And I mean this to my guts. So the descriptions he wrote of going to that event were as good or far better than anything I've ever heard on a Netflix special. 

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We're sipping our martinis here and I'm going to heat up the soup from a few days ago to go with the bread I made for supper.

Oat bran and molasses. 

And the Jessie/Vergil family is coming over after they have supper at Lily's to watch "the" basketball game and don't ask me what that is. Also, they're all going to get up early and go bass fishing together so they'll be spending the night. 
I, of course, will neither be watching the game or going bass fishing but I do know that besides fishing, they will see many beautiful birds and probably a lot of native plants and trees in spring bloom on the river. I'm sure it will be a good time for all. Just as I feel so compelled to pass on to the grandchildren the things I have learned in my seventy years of life here, Mr. Moon has a deep desire to instill a love of the outdoors and fishing to them. 

I understand that. 

Forgive me if this post is a bit scattered. Let us blame it on the pollen. 

And hey- look at this:

Even as I was in wonder yesterday about how high the wisteria had climbed a neighbor's tree, this was happening in my own yard. That is so far up. Obviously, I am not being very good at looking up. I vow to do better. 
That tree is in the bamboo jungle and I have no idea whether the wisteria killed the tree or is just taking advantage of its branches while it still stands. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon