Getting Stuff Done

When we were in Monticello a few weeks ago, we walked by a big planter in front of the recently closed flower shop which is sad as that shop has been there ever since I first lived in Jefferson County back in the mid-seventies. It was a great flower shop and they sold plants too and gifts. You know how that goes. But I guess the owners finally came to the place where they just couldn't or wouldn't keep it going. 
Which is all to say that the planter had a lot of flame lilies growing in it. Now I know that as with all lilies, they must be propagated via the bulbs or tubers but digging a bulb out of a planter, even one connected to a business that was, as we stood there, being dismantled, seems a little over the top. 
I do not normally thieve plants at all. I just don't. There are a lot of rules I do not mind breaking but when it comes to theft, I am almost unable to bring myself to do it. But in this case, I plucked a little shoot off the many that were growing and because it was beautiful, I put it in a bottle and set it in the sunny window in the little bathroom off the kitchen. And you know what? I think it's going to bloom! It's actually got two little buds on it. 

Now. Having said all of that, I did pinch a succulent from a planter in front of the store where we bought the rug but in my defense, I tried to ask the guy running the store if he minded if I did that but when I went back in to ask him, he was on the phone and it seemed as if he was going to be on the phone for a long, long time so I just did it. There were probably at least a hundred of the pretty little succulents growing in that planter so I figured it could spare one. 

This is its temporary home until I get around to figuring out which pot I want to put it in. 

I got so many things done today. Well, for me. Things I've been needing to do before we leave town next week. I texted our usual house-sitter who is a dream of a house sitter, and he can do five days. I'll find someone else to at least come in and visit with Maurice and make sure her feeder and waterer are working for the rest of the days. She is going to hate us being gone but life is hard. 
I rescheduled a cleaning at my dentist's office which was going to happen the week we'll be in North Carolina, and I called the pharmacy that makes my bio-identical hormones to see if my damn doctor (not my beloved Dr. Zorn!) had finally called in a refill on my prescription because I am down to my last half of a dose and things are not great when I don't get my hormones. I had called in to the pharmacy a week and a half ago and they had faxed the doctor's office twice with no response. This always happens. The pharmacy makes up the prescription to be ready as soon as the doctor signs off on it and then we wait. I called myself on Thursday and wasn't sure at all that the person I talked to was truly going to get the message across to whoever needed to hear it but that must have worked because the refill had been sent in and my precious hormones were ready for pick-up. I have got to find another provider who will prescribe those for me. Since so many celebrities are going through peri-menopause and menopause and speaking up and speaking out about those topics, I have a feeling that a whole lot more women are demanding some hormones to keep themselves from melting down or flaming out. 
I have to say this is a good thing. Women have spent way too many years without having the information we need when we reach these times in our lives which cause major changes in our bodies and in our minds and by god, that needs to stop right now. One of the things women are realizing is that peri-menopause and menopause itself have been sadly under researched and women have been getting the most ridiculous and absolutely non helpful advice from doctors since Eve told Adam to fuck off because she wasn't putting up with his shit one second more. 

So that was that. I went to town and got my hormones and now the world is safe from my ire and the possibility of my spontaneous combustion. For another month, at least. 

Another thing I needed to do was to go by my optometrist's office to get my prescription and then go to Costco to order a pair of sunglasses. 

Y'all. 

Here are the frames I picked out. 

They were about the cheapest frames there and without a doubt, the most glittery. They sparkle with such great intent! 
I am both shocked that I'd choose them, and hoping they get here quick, quick because I want to wear them! 

On to Publix where I did a small bit of shopping. Then finally home where I picked the garden. 

I know you're tired of looking at my produce. Oh well. That's the way it goes. In winter you get pictures of camellias and in summer you get pictures of green beans. 

Mr. Moon has headed back up to Lake Seminole to do whatever it is he is doing there this week. As he was sitting on the bed today, pulling out things from his drawer (the dresser is quite close to the bed) I came in and said, "I always feel like you're leaving me when you're packing up." I wasn't really serious but he threw himself back on the bed and said, "Oh god! If I were leaving you, I'd be packing better clothes than these!"

He had a point. Old, old t-shirts and raggedy shorts. 

He just sent me a few pictures and now I remember what he was doing. Mowing. Or at least that's what he did today. 

It all looks very good except for this.

Do you see what I see? 
CROCOSMIA! 

I'd rather have an infestation of alligators. 

I'm going to go make some tofu curry.

Love...Ms. Moon