Cement Saw?

I love this picture. Jessie sent it last night after the birthday festivities. Look at those two boys. August even looks a little blissed out which is exactly what I feel like when I get a pedicure. Levon looks pretty happy too. I hear that Vergil liked getting his first pedicure all right and he even got color on his toenails, but he probably won't do it again. But I love him for supporting August on his birthday, showing him that yes, big strong daddies who are capable of doing ANYTHING get pedicures and nail polish too. 

I love my family. 

Here's a picture of the park party after the pedicure.

It's been a pretty good day here in Lloyd for me. The FKS has taken a day off and I've felt fine. Beside the eternal hours I spent trying to find a different book to listen to, I've spent most of it outside, playing in the dirt. This really is about my favorite thing to do these days. I thinned some mustard green babies and I picked beans and I pulled roots out of a row that Mr. Moon had made for me but not gotten around to clearing yet. I'm not sure what in hell these roots are but they seem to be a new thing and they are tough and they go on forever. And pretty big, too! I mean, you could build a fire with them and toast marshmallows on it. 
After I cleared that row, I planted some more mesclun mix seeds because the ones I've planted in the growing bags don't seem to be overly enthusiastic although honestly, they are sprouting. At least some of the varieties in there. Then I turned the sprinklers on which made the birds so happy. They were dancing in the water when I went to turn it off and that was a joy to see. 

So you know how I keep saying the marigolds could burn your eyeballs out with their color? I swear. This is the truth. The camera does not capture their brilliance but I tried. 

Look! The carrots are sprouting their tiny hair-like sprouts.

In real life, those sprouts are almost microscopic so the iPhone camera does better at extreme close-ups than it does at eye-blasting color. 

After I finished up there, I dragged the garden cart and the old rusted-out canning kettle I use to throw weeds in, my trowel, my gloves, and my clippers to the area in front of the fence which abuts the sidewalk and began pulling some of the horrible, horrible crocosmia there. Most of them are dead-looking and brown and it's all just a messy nightmare. I posted a picture of how it looks recently but I'm too lazy to either go back and find it or go outside and take another picture. Who cares? Trust me. It's hideous. 
But of course I get such satisfaction from pulling those things out of the dirt and trying to find all their bulbs which is impossible but I do my best. As I worked, I was listening to the audio book I got a few days ago, the NYT's recommended What We Can Know by Ian McEwan and which I had pretty much hated until I got about five hours in and it's hooked me. So yes, that's a long time to read or listen to a book before it really gets your attention and interest but what the hell? At least it has. And I didn't find another book I wanted to listen to anyway, despite the ridiculous amount of time I spent looking this morning. 

I also got the porch plants watered and that always makes me happy because it makes them happy. So it's been a good day all around. 

Mr. Moon has left for the lake house. He said that he is going to start working on the downstairs shower and he needs to cut some cement. 
Excuse me? 
"I bet that makes a lot of noise," I said. 
Turns out cement saws are a thing. I guess he must have one because he said he needed to get a cement saw blade. I have absolutely NO idea what all he has in that garage of his. I only go out there to get fish or venison out of the freezer. And I try not to really look at anything else because it's overwhelming to me. 

I've thawed some tuna that I got at Costco a few months ago and froze, to make myself a sort of tuna poke bowl salad. I'm not bothering with the bowl but will probably just use a plate. 

Pottery tomorrow and I feel like I haven't been in months, rather than two weeks. I'll finally get to glaze my flower bowl. I hope. 

I guess the government's about to shut down. This just seems impossible to me but at the same time, my impossible gauge has broken so nothing that comes out of Washington really seems beyond the realm of possibility. I'd say "unthinkable" but they managed to blast right through that one about nine months ago. 
Okay. I can't talk about this. 

Staying busy! Yes indeed I am. 

Love...Ms. Moon