Not sure you can tell but the Christmas lights Mr. Moon has plugged in to show his Christmas Cheer are made of shotgun shells.
She is meeting her sister, Pepper. Wary, maybe?
I believe he got that sign at Wag The Dog. I am not sure to be flattered or aghast.
I also believe it was May who got Glen the original string of shotgun shell lights and since then, he has made his own with a string of white lights and...shotgun shells. Empty ones. You understand.
I also believe it was May who got Glen the original string of shotgun shell lights and since then, he has made his own with a string of white lights and...shotgun shells. Empty ones. You understand.
It's sort of his craft hobby. A small project to work on when his large projects are in temporary hiatus for one reason or another.
Speaking of the man and his projects, he left again this morning for his other home, the cabin, to oversee the roofing job that was begun. Also, to get supplies as needed. He left rather abruptly, having just gotten the call that the crew was there fairly early this morning. I packed him up some turkey soup, some blueberries, and some milk. That's all I was capable of getting in the tiny cooler he takes with him. He will be sustained as the Cheerios are already up there.
I was already in a gray mood when I got up. In fact, I stayed in bed a long time, just thinking about things and trying to come up with good reasons to get out from under the covers where it was warm and safe and where a cat was lying on my legs as if to anchor me there. It was as gray outside as it was in my insides but finally, I decided I might as well get it all over with in terms of stepping into Monday and I did. Maurice was not well pleased.
So I was not as genial and loving while he was packing up to leave as I could have been but I did remember to send some Ritz crackers with the soup. I am not heartless.
I offered to bring Lauren's pie to town as tomorrow is her birthday and I knew I needed to get out of the house. It was drizzling and chilly, the kind of chilly, wet weather that, despite the fact that it wasn't really cold, gets into your bones. "Wet cold" we call it. And it is real.
I was already in a gray mood when I got up. In fact, I stayed in bed a long time, just thinking about things and trying to come up with good reasons to get out from under the covers where it was warm and safe and where a cat was lying on my legs as if to anchor me there. It was as gray outside as it was in my insides but finally, I decided I might as well get it all over with in terms of stepping into Monday and I did. Maurice was not well pleased.
So I was not as genial and loving while he was packing up to leave as I could have been but I did remember to send some Ritz crackers with the soup. I am not heartless.
I offered to bring Lauren's pie to town as tomorrow is her birthday and I knew I needed to get out of the house. It was drizzling and chilly, the kind of chilly, wet weather that, despite the fact that it wasn't really cold, gets into your bones. "Wet cold" we call it. And it is real.
I met Lily at her house as she was home on break to let Pepper, their very small rather old-lady dog, out. Boy, is Pepper's life about to change.
More on that in a minute.
Because I was right there, I ran into Costco and bought a big ol' Costco-sized thing of organic baby spinach and two Costco-sized bottles of avocado cooking spray. As I walked from one end of the airplane hanger-sized store to the other, it occurred to me that I have become one of THOSE people. The old(er) people who go to Costco as a substitute for a social life.
Oh well. It's always interesting and it was not crowded today. I got to hear people speaking languages that were not English, and I saw that they are now carrying organic pecan halves and I also saw an older couple whose size difference was about the same as mine and Glen's. And now I have just realized that the couple was not older than Glen and I are but in fact, were younger.
I did not see Brenda and I have not seen her for awhile. I hope she's okay.
More on that in a minute.
Because I was right there, I ran into Costco and bought a big ol' Costco-sized thing of organic baby spinach and two Costco-sized bottles of avocado cooking spray. As I walked from one end of the airplane hanger-sized store to the other, it occurred to me that I have become one of THOSE people. The old(er) people who go to Costco as a substitute for a social life.
Oh well. It's always interesting and it was not crowded today. I got to hear people speaking languages that were not English, and I saw that they are now carrying organic pecan halves and I also saw an older couple whose size difference was about the same as mine and Glen's. And now I have just realized that the couple was not older than Glen and I are but in fact, were younger.
I did not see Brenda and I have not seen her for awhile. I hope she's okay.
The truly daring thing I did today was to wash two loads of laundry. This generally very calm and peaceful task had become daring because last week when Mr. Moon was working on his truck, he inadvertently got diesel fuel all over his clothes and his body. And THEN, because he was trying to be helpful, he decided to wash the diesel soaked clothes which was really NOT a good idea. For awhile I thought he was going to have to buy me a new washer but after running half a dozen "sanitizing" loads with various things from washing soda to white vinegar and Dawn dishwashing liquid, AND Oxy-Clean, and leaving the door to the washer open in hopes that it would air out, I finally decided to try and see if I could run a load of clothes without ruining them. I started out with a bleach load and that went well and have now washed a regular load which smells pretty okay so I guess we don't have to buy a new washing machine although I will say the laundry room carries the faint odor of a garage.
Mr. Moon just sent me this picture with the accompanying text, "We have a shower drain."
I don't know much about plumbing but I do believe that's a good thing to have.
All right. The news you've all been waiting for.
The still small little one is home.
Why are babies all so damn cute?
I know- so we'll love and nurture and protect them and clean up their poop.
Here's another picture.
Why are babies all so damn cute?
I know- so we'll love and nurture and protect them and clean up their poop.
Here's another picture.
She is meeting her sister, Pepper. Wary, maybe?
Her name has not yet been writ in stone. Latest #1 contender is Xena, for the Princess Warrior. Lily reports that she has the best puppy breath and adores kisses.
Well. That is a very fine start.
Love...Ms. Moon
Love...Ms. Moon
