Pretty Normal Sunday For August, 2025

I took this picture a few days ago. It's part of the sacred and holy assembly on the mantelpiece of the library. I have taken two pictures today, both of them to be sent in texts to a friend. They were for purposes of demonstration, rather than to be amusing or artistic. Not that THIS picture is artistic but it is colorful! 

I seem to really be obsessed with colors right now, don't I? 

Can you make out anything from the photo on the left? I love that picture. It was of Glen and me many years ago, taken beside the Ocean Grill in Vero Beach which sits right on the Atlantic ocean. One of my very favorite places to eat in the entire world. 
Like I'm some epicure who has eaten in the finest places all over the entire world. Ha!
But you know what I mean. One of the last times I visited that totemic (for me) restaurant, I wrote about it HERE.
Please forgive me if you do click on the link. I had not learned to control my font size at that time, obviously. And if there is even more, more, more that you want to read about the Ocean Grill, just do a little search up there in the top left. There will be many posts. 

Okay. Before we leave this whole subject behind, let's go back to the picture. I was wearing one of my favorite dresses of all times in that picture. I believe I bought it after Lily was born. It was made of  corduroy- hardly a summer fabric- but so lightweight that it was plenty cool enough. Also, it had pockets. I suppose that if I ever had a perfect dress, that was it. I gave it to May years ago when it no longer fit my "mature" body. I hope she still has it. I hope it's still in good enough shape to wear. I am so glad I bought it and got to wear it for a good many years. I always felt beautiful in it. 

So, okay. What else do I have to talk about tonight? Not a whole lot. I made our Sunday breakfast brunch which was made most notable by the fact that I didn't break one egg yolk of the three I cooked. We like our eggs over-medium. How do you like yours? 

And then Mr. Moon went over to Tom's house to fix a flat Tom got on one of his vehicles. Tom is actually doing very well, all things considered, but fixing a flat tire is out of his range of abilities. So that job is taken care of. And then Glen came home, started up the chainsaw, and cut that dead tree up. And y'all- it is a little cooler here right now but it's still deadly hot and with humidity up in the billions of percents. 
Well, close. 
He cut it up, he loaded the chunks of it onto his truck and carried them to the burn pile where he unloaded them. He did not get all the grape vines cut but he'd had enough for one day. 
I did tell him I really wished he'd hire someone to do that job and he said exactly what I knew he'd say which was, "Oh, that's not much of a job."
And let me just say that the man got his second shingles vaccine on Friday. My second shingles vaccine had me swoon-whining for two days. He did say that his arm ached when he lifted it up so I guess he is human. 

We are having a lovely little rain. There was a short forewarning of thunder before the rain began to fall. The perfect Florida summer afternoon shower. The temperature has dropped, the frogs are talking about it, and I can still hear the tattoo of the rain coming down, even though it seems as if the most of it has moved on. I was out in the garden today for some weeding and the teeny-tiniest bit of mulching, and noticed how the Mexican basil was finally attracting a few bees and that it needed watering and now I don't have to. I pulled up a few more dying tomato plants and one pepper plant. It's not so hard to do that. When it's a plant's time to go, I don't mind being the one who helps it onto the compost pile. 
I say that, knowing full well there are at least ten tomato plants with a zero percent chance of putting out one more bloom, much less one more tomato, but they still have a modicum of green branches and so I let them be. 
Miracles can happen! 
Yeah. 

The zipper peas are coming in nicely and I picked a few of those, ready to shell. Look at those sweet fat pods.

So far those look healthy and happy. The aphids do not seem to have found them yet. But they will.

Still, it is heartening to have at least one thing coming in. And as you can see, we are still getting a few cherry tomatoes although they grow ever smaller. 

Sorry this is so scattered and unfocused but so am I. 

In politics, I would like to point out one thing and that is that DJ Trumperooni is spouting more and more conspiracy theories daily. If you've ever been around someone who has fairly advanced dementia, you know how the sufferer truly believes that someone is spying on them or someone is stealing from them or someone is controlling them in some impossible way. This is just part of it. There is no logic or statement of reality that can convince them otherwise. 

Advanced dementia. 

And why is no one but the creators of South Park willing to point out the obviously deeply flawed thinking of this person who holds the nuclear codes in his pocket, and what can be said about the panting sycophants who can't get enough of the taste of their naked emperor's ass? 

Too much? 

Yeah. I agree. Here's a picture which perfectly illustrates Glen's relationship with Maurice. 

Love...Ms. Moon