Sunday As It Should Be Done

When I woke up this morning, the man was already fishing down at the dock. Now that he has discovered the joys of fishing with live shrimp, there is no end to his enthusiasm. 
And a rainbow can only make things better. 
Happy Sunday! 

He's now caught snook, pompano, red fish, catfish, and three stingrays. Maybe some other things. I was mistaken in thinking that he was keeping some of those fish because he wasn't. They weren't big enough to keep and in such things as the regulations governing fishing, he sticks to the rules. He understands why they are in place. 

Today was an easy, who cares? sort of day. 
We hung out right here at home for a long time. Eventually we took a drive to Sebastian in search of a late lunch. 
Unfortunately, we waited so long to eat that we settled for a sports bar/beach bar place on the river because we were that hungry. I wish I could describe our server. Well, I could but I will not. 
Okay, okay. She was youngish and had absolutely read the Waitressing For Tips 101 Manual. 
She was enthusiastic. Very, very enthusiastic. All of the servers had to wear some sort of sports team regalia and that included a few women who had more white hair than I do. 
Oh my Jesus. 
When she came to take our order she said, "Okay! Let's do this!"

There is more. So much more. It all ended with a "And you guys have a blessed day!" 
No. No, no, no. Stop it. Please. But we got food and neither of us has gotten sick yet and the cole slaw was amazing.

We drove down river roads, looking at houses that are so huge and mini-mansionist that I spit on them. Well, you know- metaphorically. And houses that were there when I was a child and which I would give two big toes and a pinky toe to own. We drove to Wabasso where Mr. Moon bought more live bait shrimp and then we came back to the house where I made us a pasta sauce and he went to the dock for more fishing. 

Pasta sauce on the pink stove with the teal tile backsplash.
Be still my heart.

I do believe that our landlord here is my brother from another mother. What else could explain all of this? 

There wasn't much of a sunset tonight but I sat on the dock as Glen fished. He caught TWO more stingrays. 

"Oh Ray-Ray," I said as he pulled them in. "What are you thinking?" And the fisherman unhooked them and let them go back to their families. 

It has rained on and off all day long. One moment pouring down, pock-marking the pool, satisfying the thirst of the bamboo, the palms, the mangos, and the next minute the sun 

shining, skies so blue you'd think rain hadn't yet been invented. 

It's pouring now with even a bit of thunder sounding off. 

I better go boil the pasta. 

I am very, very happy and content. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. The island you see in almost every picture I take of the river is named Goodrich Island and there is a history behind that directly connected to the property here where we're staying. 
As a child, I believe I thought of it as Tarzan/Dinosaur Island because I was fairly certain that both inhabited it. 
In looking it up, I found THIS LINK.

If you go to the very end, you will find that this blog is cited. I am thrilled. Once in awhile you remember why you keep writing, no matter what or why. 

MM