It's Like Groundhog Day, Except With Endlessly Unspooling New Evils

Another day cool enough for a walk. It's amazing the difference in my ability to enjoy a walk depending on temperature and humidity. I guess that would be a big "Thanks, Captain Obvious!" 

Even after living here for so long, the way the oak tree limbs look against the sky still thrill me. It's hard to imagine a time when I would be so jaded that I don't still feel this way or that I'm so used to them I don't see them anymore. I hope I never do. There are certain places on my walks that I feel as if I should take a picture every time I pass them, just for that sky-scene, stitched across with branches. 

I am keeping track of this house which is being overgrown so fast with grapevines and other plants that I fear it's going to disappear before summer's end.

It's so empty and alone now. There is one fern hanging from the porch which goes to show how relatively recently it was inhabited. I think the house still has good bones and is not yet beyond renovation but I have a very sad feeling that's not going to happen. I wish I knew more about its history. As you can see, it has a giant oak in the front yard. 

Today has been slow and fairly lazy. I did a little tidying and I changed up the bark cloth I use as a curtain in our bedroom window because the one I was using was such a deep green that it didn't allow enough light into the room to suit me. I loved that piece I was using. It was heavy and dramatic but the new one is nice too. We didn't use to have anything in that window but a lace curtain but then the next door neighbors cleared out that side of their yard so that we were visible from their property. Pissed me off but it's their yard, their decision. They seem to be more interested in taming the Jungle of Lloyd than we are and keep things cut down, cut back, and mowed. They have a much smaller lot than ours so it is easier. Plus, they are younger. And their place does look tidy and neat which you certainly cannot say about ours. 

I also tried to figure out where to put my Holly Braffet painting. I tried to somehow fit it into this collection of things I love hanging on the wall in the hallway. 

These are mostly things done by my children and I tried moving them around and I put Holly's painting here and there but the problem was that it got lost. Of course. 
No. No, no, no. 
So I put everything back, mostly where everything had been before but I did clean up and dust the pictures and it does look better now. 
I went on and did a few other things and then I decided to take it to our room and see what it looked like right beside my bed because that is where I'd really been imagining it, although hardly anyone else but me would see it and it wouldn't go with a damn thing but it would be the last thing I saw at night when I got into bed and would bring me great pleasure with its presence there. 

And so for now, that's where it is. 

Does it clash with the bark cloth I have on both window and bedside miniature dresser where Monkey Mama and Baby sit? 
Ummm...
Probably. 
Do I care? 
Not at all. 
I am not an interior designer. I do not pretend to be. I am also not Martha Stewart. Nor am I a Bohemian artistic type. I am just someone who finds great joy in surrounding herself with the things she loves. Anyone with a major OCD outlook would pass out, seeing what I have here. Also, anyone with an allergy to mold and mildew but that's another story. 
I do believe that as we make improvements to our house, I will be getting rid of a lot of things I've had hanging up for many years. I am craving a bit more simplicity but I'm not at the point yet where I'm ready to truly start taking things down. 
Almost though. 
Almost.

But if I am following Marie Kondo's advice about only keeping things that spark joy, it's going to be hard. And that painting right beside the pillow where I lay my head sparks a whole lot of joy.

Okay. Let's talk about tofu some more. I ate my leftover tofu for supper last night and I decided that boiling it before I airfried it had indeed given it a very nice texture. 

And the garlicky soy and sesame sauce that the recipe included really was pretty perfect. 
I'm going to make sweet and sour tofu again tonight and I do realize that eating too much tofu is not necessarily a good thing. That said, if tofu is what ends up killing me, I'll be astonished. 

I'm not boiling it tonight, just pressing it and that will be good too. 

I was going to say a few words about RFK, Jr. being skewered and grilled over a hot fire by Senators today but just now I've seen that the Department of Justice (what a misnomer that is these days) is attempting, on behalf of Trump, to justify the firing of Federal Reserve Governor, Lisa Cook due to mortgage fraud. 

I can't. I just cannot tonight. It's all way too fucking much for me to take in at this moment. 

In the spirit of Scarlett O'Hara, I am aware that tomorrow is another day at which time I shall possibly think about it all.

Love...Ms. Moon