Happy Corned Beef And Cabbage Day!

Yes, yes, I've posted too many pictures of the wisteria already but I think it may be, at this moment, in peak bloom. Also, it may freeze tonight so we shall enjoy it while we can. 

While I was out taking its picture, Maurice strolled by and when she got to the end of the petaled path, I called her name and she turned back towards me which was my intent and I got a few pictures of her walking the purple carpet. 

As I so often say, all cats are supermodels whose superpowers are posing. 

When I woke up this morning it was freaking cold and I told Mr. Moon that I was "dying of anxiety." 
I can be a bit dramatic. 
My anxiety, of course, was due to the trip we're taking to The Event (oh, wait until I can write about this) and how I did not have anyone to stay here and watch my own supermodel and we didn't have a place to stay on our way up on Friday night and...
Well, that was about it. 
But that's enough to kick my ass into panic gear. 

I finally gathered my courage and texted Mark, my other son, to see if he'd be interested in coming to stay while we're gone. When Mark is here, I know that all is well. Sometimes Maurice even gets on the bed when he's sleeping so I'm pretty sure she adores him. And he is such a tidy person. Such a responsible person. 
But the thing is, is that he's house/Sophie sitting for Jessie right now and I know that he is very, very involved in taking care of family members who do need help. They all live together and I believe that Mark is the cruise director, chef, sound-bath healer, driver, and general Mark of All Trades for them. And so would he feel okay about staying here right after he is relieved of house-sitting for Jessie? 
Turns out I didn't even have time to type out a second text burst after my first one before he'd written back. 
"Yes. Every time. I can't wait." 
And with that I felt about 75% better. 
His parents only live a few miles from here, really, so he can easily go check on them. 
I can't tell you how much I appreciate him. He even asked if he'd need to water the garden. This is not his first Lloyd rodeo. 

And then, to make matters even better, Glen found a place for us to stay on our way up in a little town called Cave Spring in Georgia. We've never been there but we will be on Friday. There's a sweet old house that takes guests and all the reviews make it sound like a very good place to stay. So THAT is covered. 

I am so grateful. 

Of course, once again, even knowing I was going to town, I fucked around and then found out that it was already after 1:00 before I hopped in my 2017 Prius and drove to Midtown Pizza. The timing there was fine because the lunch rush was definitely over and so I had May almost all to myself. I ordered some lunch and we talked and talked and talked while I ate and she folded pizza boxes. She brought out the bin of clothes and we went through them. Some I swear I do not even remember. 
"Really? This was mine?"
One dress had NOT been mine. It had been Sue-Sue's, my friend who died many years ago. I did not remember that in the least but May did. I have no idea if any of these dresses will fit. I haven't had time to try them on yet so we shall see. 
Here's the sad thing about body dysmorphia- when I was wearing some of these dresses, I thought I truly needed to lose weight. 
I did not. 
I was beautiful at that size. I was beautiful at a larger size. But far more importantly- I was simply not overweight. I just wasn't skinny. I have wasted so much of my life fighting a battle with my very own self, sometimes in what could be called a healthier way, sometimes in what could be called a disordered eating way. 
I could write books about this. I have written a lot about it in this blog. But what I want to say now is that if I try on those dresses and none of them fit me, I need to not suddenly feel as if I am fat. As if I am overweight. I know I'm not. It is an extremely complicated subject and I fear that my brain has been wired a certain way since I was about seven years old. I honestly don't think I can rewire it at this age to be more accepting of the truth. To be more accepting of myself. 
Which I mostly am! I know I am doing what I need to do to be healthier, easier in this body, more able to bend and to move and to not try to avoid every mirror in the world I come across. 

So that's that. 

And speaking of, well, we weren't speaking of it, but...food.
Happy St. Patrick's Day which for me personally just means an excuse to cook corned beef and cabbage and make Irish soda bread. The corned beef is simmering away, I need to go put the cabbage and carrots and onions and potatoes in and I need to find my recipe for the soda bread which is delicious. 

I did not answer comments but once again, perhaps I will get around to it. 

Here's another vacation adventure photo.

Y'all- it's not even that warm down there. I mean, it's probably warmer than where many of you are but it's less than 60º which to us is WAY too cold to be swimming. 

Children. 

And the latest forecast on my weather widget for tonight here in Lloyd is 33º. 
Holy shit. 
Well, it will be what it will be and there is no way in hell I'm bringing any plants in or covering anything in the garden which has just been planted. 

 To repeat myself once more- Root hog or die. 

Love...Ms. Moon