Doing Squat Or Not Doing Squat. Whatever

Yesterday when we were at the farm to table restaurant, we went out to look at the front garden beds. One of the beds had a sign that said anyone was free to take a clipping and there were even scissors for that purpose. The plant in that bed was one I don't think I'd ever seen. It was an herb which I've now identified as Cuban oregano or Mexican mint and the leaf is quite thick and somewhat hairy and the edges are serrated. See above. I've just looked it up and it's actually a succulent. Which makes sense. The scent of it is very pleasant, unlike any other plant I've ever smelled. It almost has a fruity odor to me but lots of other scents mixed in with it all. But of course I did indeed snip two stems of it, brought it home and put it to root in that little glass which I placed in the window of the laundry art-room/plant nursery. You can also just lay the plant down on moist dirt and spray it every few days with water and it'll root that way too but I chose to do it like this because it is quite possible I'd let the poor thing dry out. 

I have no idea what culinary use I'll put the herb to but I'd grow it just for the coolness of the plant. You know how I do love to make plants out of plants. I think many of us do. 

I did not do SQUAT today. Do y'all use that word in that way? You can also say "diddly squat," of course, but I like the elegance of just the one word and besides that, "diddly squat" makes me think of Bo Diddly and he has certainly done more than squat. 
Uh huh. 

And I really do not care that I did nothing. I did make our Sunday morning breakfast and that is actually not nothing. And I cleaned three bathroom sinks and boy, did they need it! I pulled the drains and cleaned all that nastiness too. And oh yeah, I blanched and bagged a bunch of field peas for the freezer. 
And all of that together probably took about an hour. 

If there's one thing from the Bible I do not mind following, it is that we should remember the Sabbath and keep it holy and "holy" can mean whatever you want it to. If that means on Sunday you like to stay in your pajamas and eat edibles and watch reruns of Lassie and have delicious snacks, you do it! If it means you want to get in the dirt on your knees to pull weeds and plant peas, you do that. And if it means you are most happy taking out the kayak and paddling a river- hell yes! 

We here at the Church of the Batshit Crazy believe in a lot of free will, free kisses, free healthcare (I wish) and free time to do whatever your heart desires. 

Obviously I do not have a lot to say. Or anything, for that matter. Oh, there are things I could talk about, one being books that the New York Times gives excellent reviews to and which I find to straddle that line between why-the-hell-am-I-reading-this and maybe-something-will-happen-of-interest-soon.
In this case, the book is What We Can Know by Ian McEwen and really, all it's doing for me is making me feel as if I have no ability to judge art at all and am simply ignorant. Not unlike the paintings of Jackson Pollock. If I live to be a thousand (fat chance) I'll never "get" his art and I long ago gave up trying to even care. 

See? I really have nothing to talk about. 
No one had a birthday today which was another reason I didn't do squat today. Well, Billy's birthday is today but all I've done is text him my good wishes and eternal love. 

Tomorrow I have to go to town to pick up my dresses at the alteration lady's place because she told me to and I dare not disobey. It is August's birthday tomorrow and there will be a small pizza party after volleyball at a park but I may or may not make that one. I'm sure he'll forgive me if I don't. I did get him a present and that's what matters. 

Here's a picture of Maurice and marigolds. 

She came out to the garden to join me the other day and then completely ignored me. She hasn't drawn blood in about three days so I have forgiven her. 
Grudgingly. 

We have a dysfunctional relationship, to say the least. 

I hope you've had a decent Sunday and that the sad, sad soul of that particular day of the week did not infect your soul the way it can. 

I'm going to go cook some shrimp. 

Love...Ms. Moon