Checking In

I have taken no photos today whatsoever but that rose picture was taken within the last week and I do not think I have posted it, although I may have. That rose bush grows in the little area by the kitchen where the bananas grow along with a sad gardenia, the leopard plant, some oregano, pine cone lilies, and at least five kinds of invasive plants that I can't begin to keep on top of. That rose has more blooms on it this year than I've ever seen on it before. 

Okay, okay. I took a picture. 

The roses are mostly blown now but they were glorious for a red hot second. That's another one of those places in my yard that I should hire a backhoe guy to come and scrape down to the bone. 

This will never happen. I will just look at it and chastise myself for not tending to it every time I walk by it or look at it through the screen door in the kitchen which means about fifty times a day. 
I did just realize that I have an amaryllis about to bloom. 

It's been so long since I've seen an amaryllis bloom in that spot, I'd forgotten it was there. I may or may not have brought those bulbs with me from the last house we lived in. I tend to think I did but as always, I could be wrong.

So here's what I have discovered about the shingles vaccination: it is rough. 
I swear, I've felt worse today than I did when I had covid. That is no lie. I slept until ten this morning and spent the day aching and hurting and doing nothing but looking at stuff online. I kept thinking about watching TV and doing some sort of needlework but that seemed way too involved and possibly strenuous. I finally went back to bed and slept for another hour and when I got up, I remembered the wonder drug, ibuprofen, and took two of them. 
Now I feel almost human again. 
On the other hand, Mr. Moon has spent most of the day outside, doing things with a ladder and getting a truck ready to show to a possible buyer and showing the truck to the possible buyer and I have no idea what all. 
The entire reaction that his body has manifested from the vaccine is a slightly sore arm. 
I am at once very glad for him and also infuriated. I feel as if he must think I am making this up and being a baby when I most definitely am not. He doesn't give me any reason to think he feels that way, it's just my own psyche telling me that I am indeed just making this up and he's too kind to call me on it. Mr. Moon simply does not give in to illness or discomfort which can drive me crazy. Now in this case, I don't think he is having much of a reaction. But when he IS sick, which is rare, he refuses to acknowledge pain or fatigue or the need to rest which makes me insane and sometimes cry. Which is not to say he does not have his own little things that do cause him discomfort that I cannot fathom be bothered by. Luckily, they are few.

I put a pot of red beans to soak last night and have been cooking them all day with an onion, garlic, celery, and peppers. That has taken little to no exertion on my part. I've never cooked red beans before. Frankly, my favorite beans are pintos. Black beans come in a close second. Garbanzos are right up there too. But Glen wanted some and so why not? They are served with rice and I already have some chicken and rice that I made a few nights ago and I will be using that. Definitely not the traditional way to go but so what? Do I look like I'm worried the Traditional Cajun Cooking Police will come and arrest me? 
Oh wait. That joke isn't as funny as it used to be. 

I certainly hope that I am feeling better tomorrow. I am deathly afraid the bamboo is going to be out of control if I don't get out there and kick it. I don't even want to go look right now. I'd also like to get at least a few of my cherry tomato seedlings into the ground and also figure out where I want to plant the horsemint Liz Sparks gave me. I'm having a deep internal dilemma about what to plant in a very large pot that I had Glen move onto the back porch steps for me yesterday. I had thought maybe I'd like herbs there but then I got the notion that it is time and past time to repot the sea grape that I grew from seed. I love that plant as if it were my child. 
Well, almost.

Speaking of my child. 

Gibson is now officially taller than his Uncle Hank. He's taller than me, too, but we needn't discuss that. Hank and Rachel took Gibson out today, just him, for his birthday present. They had lunch and ice cream and went to Target and a comic book place, and Gibson got to choose where they went. I love that my grandchildren have fun aunts and uncles who do things with them and love them and spend time with them. That means everything to a child. 
You know what? It means a lot to all of us to have people in our lives like that. We never outgrow that. 

I see that at least 1200 protests were organized and carried out in the US today and that is a beautiful thing. I am sure many people I know were at the ones in Tallahassee. Every person who showed up at any of these demonstrations is a better person than I am. That's just the truth of it. There was even a demonstration a few miles from Mar-A-Lago where Tangelo In Chief was... hanging out on the golf course at the Seniors' Club Championship. 
Of course. 

I think I'm fading here. 

Love...Ms. Moon