Glory, CT Scans, Intelligent Conversations, Dessert Buffets, And Treasure Hunting. In Other Words, Quite A Day

The sky put on another show this evening and I got a few pictures. I like that one because it absolutely looks like the sky's on fire. It amazes me how quickly it changes. 

These two pictures were taken within thirty seconds of each other. I have been fortunate enough to watch many sunsets in my life and they are all so very transient and ephemeral which only adds to the glory magic. When you watch a sunset over the water, the time it takes for that last quarter of the sun to slip beneath the horizon is nothing more than a blink, a short breath, the smoothing of a wave as it comes to shore. 

Sigh. 

I sent Mr. Moon those pictures and he went down to the dock at the cabin where he is tonight and took this picture of his sunset. 

Now that is not so bad, is it? 

I went and got my scan this morning. One thing I can say about that office/clinic, is that it's run like a fine Swiss watch. My butt had barely touched the seat after I signed in before they were calling me back. My appointment was for 11:00 and at 11:08, I was headed out the door. 
Not kidding. 
The doctor will presumably be calling me although I was told when I went in on Friday that he is seeing fifty patients this week and I am sure he has at least that many calls to make. If I am not happy with how this comes out as to getting explanations, I will absolutely make a follow-up appointment for whenever he's available. 
I want to know what is going on and I want to know why I keep getting symptoms ranging from merely annoying to rather more serious discomfort and if there is anything to be done. 

August and Levon had regular check-up appointments with Dr. Zorn this morning and after they were done with those and had gotten their flu shots, we all met up at Chow Time. They brought their mother with them. 
For some reason, it was just a most enjoyable lunch. The level of conversation you can have with these kids is sort of crazy. They're funny, they can be serious, they listen, they mostly get the jokes, and I just love them to pieces. I admire how serious they are about selecting their food. We all have our own preferences about what to get first and then what comes next. Levon always gets pizza first and I always get hot and sour soup and boiled shrimp first. 
Today Levon asked me why I always get the shrimp and I told him I get it first because I like it and it is very good. (And it is. And I know my shrimp.) And then I asked him why he always gets pizza first and he told me because he likes it and it is very good.  
A meeting of the minds. 
I can't remember all of the things we talked about but the conversation never lagged. One of the things I know we talked about was a Youtube channel called Joonie and the Birds. We did not watch any of the videos at lunch, but Jessie sent me a link to one they especially like. It is the most charming and lovely place to visit and here's what I THINK is the first episode in the whole series. 

It is so sweet and the videography is terrific. I will watch more. 

So Chow Time was fun and especially when I accompanied the boys to get their desserts. I let them have whatever they wanted and we discussed each choice as to true desirability. They both got the same things. Mint chocolate chip ice cream because it is simply delicious and a large cube of red Jello and one of orange Jello because it is so pretty and they never get Jello at home. To top it all off, a moderate spoonful of chocolate pudding, nestled up to the mint chocolate chip ice cream because chocolate pudding is absolutely the best. 
When we were saying good-bye I told them that I was so glad that I had given birth to their mother so that she could give birth to them. 
They laughed and laughed. 
And then I assured Jessie that she alone was totally worth being grateful for. 

After lunch, I stopped by the Goodwill where I took pictures of things I might want to use as inspiration in pottery. 

RED! Yes. And very much like the colors in the Noel sasangua camellia blooming now. 

On to this bowl made in Portugal. 

I want to study that one. I know without a doubt I am not the artist it would require to fill a ceramic space with those beautiful flowers but it an example of shape and design from which I might be able to start. 

I did get a few things at Goodwill. Six new cotton napkins because I am a napkin junkie, a Geoffrey Beene linen/rayon jacket or is it a shirt? Whatever, it was made in Italy and it has pockets and it is lovely.

And then...

...whatever this is. 
It is sort of sportswear, sort of fancy, and very, very intriguing. It reminds me slightly of my mother-of-the-bride dress at May's first wedding. If that dress had had a zipper down the front and cords in back that tightened up to create a lace ruffle. 

It is extremely clever as well as utilitarian, and although I left it on the rack at the first go round, I could not stop thinking about it and knew that if I didn't buy it, I would regret it. 
I bought it and have no regrets. I am going to wear the shit out of this...garment. 

So I am home and yes, Mr. Moon has gone to Lake Seminole and I am really missing him. You know me. I'm fine by myself. I LOVE to be by myself but the last few weeks with that man have been so especially sweet and loving that I miss being able to hold him and be held by him whenever my heart desires. And also, to make him laugh. 
Oh well. 

I will survive. 

And I am not going to talk about...

Well. 
Just no. I can't. My head is in the sand, my heart is surrounded by brick walls, attack dogs, barbed wire, concrete, and a radar-assisted weapons response team. 
So to speak. 
Let us all be well. 

Love...Ms. Moon