In Which I Display My Inner Bitch

Boy, was I in a snit this morning. And on into the afternoon too. Mr. Moon had asked me yesterday if I would drive up to Thomasville, Georgia, to give him a ride home after he drove the truck he sold yesterday up there and got the paperwork done on it. 
"We can have lunch!" he said. 
That strategy generally works but in this case, I was not in the mood to be driving to Thomasville and I told him so. We kind of left it at that. 

This morning he announced that he had to be at the courthouse up there at eleven so he'd be leaving by 10:15 but that I didn't have to leave that early. 
He announced. 
Again I said, "I really don't want to do that. Also, have you seen the weather report? We're about to get a bunch of storms." 
All he said was, "We'll beat the storms up there and I'll be driving you home so you'll be fine."
I HATE driving in heavy rain. Nothing creates such anxiety in me as that. And I was not happy that he just assumed that I would indeed be driving up to Georgia to help him out and on top of that, he did not even ask me how I was feeling. I'm sure he figured that since it's day three after the vaccine, I would be just fine. 
That's a lot of assuming and figuring, you know? 

But in reality there was no one else to drive up there and give him a ride back and I don't hate Thomasville at all and, and, and...
Still, I was pissy. 

The drive was fine although the sky was as gray as lead and felt as heavy, too. Just as I got to the courthouse where the papers were being signed the heavens opened up and rain poured down. When the man came out of the building a few minutes later, he got drenched. He thanked me and thanked me and was so sweet but I still wasn't really having it. 
But, you know- lunch. 
We decided to go to a place where we used to go a long time ago which is a very pure southern country buffet. It had closed for a few years when they decided to move the operation to Tallahassee where it was quite popular. The matriarch of the business was no spring chicken and, in fact, when they made the big move to Tallahassee, I was shocked to see her working in the dining room, acting as an all-over hostess and and greeter and manager and example of southern friendliness. She wore big jewelry and plenty of make-up. Her hair was always done. As in- I know she had a regular weekly appointment at the stylist's. At least weekly. And she wore clothes that probably would not have been considered appropriate for her age but look- if a woman can stand in heels all day on a dining room floor, managing a huge restaurant, she's allowed to wear anything she wants in my opinion. 
Oh. By the way. Her name is Miss Mary.
So when Covid came they sold the Tallahassee place and have reopened back in their old location and they're serving the same food which is a relief because some things just do not need to change. And we asked the lady sitting behind the cash register if Miss Mary was still with us and yes, she is. She is just enjoying retirement. 
I think the woman who brought us our drinks today might have been her sister. She was definitely nearer to eighty than I am. I think. Glen said to me, "Honey, if everything goes south, you can always get a job here." I gave him a steely look and said, "Or you could."
While we ate, the weather outside got more and more intense. Rain was torrential, great booms of thunder shook the place. And at one point, everyone's phone in the entire restaurant gave out the emergency signal. More tornado warnings. 
There weren't a whole lot of people there which was not surprising. Who wanted to be out in that weather? A couple did come in with a small dog in a dog carriage and the lady explained to us that the dog is so afraid of thunder that they had to bring her. They sat her up at the table in the carriage and folded napkins and put them on the table in front of her to place little morsels of tasty treats on. It was fine with me. It felt like we were all in it together. 

Things finally cleared up a little bit and we made it to the car. Glen wanted to go to a bank there to deposit the check for the truck and then I said, "I think we should go to Goodwill."
They have an excellent Goodwill in Thomasville because there are a hell of a lot of rich people who live there. 
And so we did. I found at least five cashmere sweaters but only bought two as the others were too small for anyone in the family except May and those sweaters just did not look like my Maysie's style. But I got two along with about twenty nice napkins, some with a ladybug and dragonfly pattern on them, some yellow damask, and some plain white cotton. All of this goodness PLUS a blouse I can wear over a bathing suit this summer, cost me $39 which sounds like a lot but when was the last time your priced a cashmere sweater? Not even any moth holes in them! 

So I've washed them on delicate and hung them to dry in the laundry room. I know that's not how you're supposed to treat cashmere but that's what I do and it seems to be fine. 

The blue one I already owned but it needed a wash before I pack it away with all the others until next winter when I'll want them again. 

Aren't the colors on that blouse nice? 

So the day turned out pretty well and I'm not feeling as put-upon as I was. Glen probably spent more time patiently waiting for me to go through the things at Goodwill than it took me to drive to Thomasville. 

Here's a picture that Lily took last week at Gibson's party. 

"I want a selfie with my mommy," she said. How could I say no? So there I am with my janky teeth and all. But Lily's pretty. And there you have it.

And suddenly, it's not raining. 
Just looked at my weather widget. It's supposed to start up again in seven minutes. 
Okay. 
Well, the garden is very happy, I'm sure. And that makes me happy too. I'll probably be canning green beans by this time next week. 

Love...Ms. Moon