What The Hell Is She Talking About Tonight?

I have no pictures to offer from today so I'll give you this one which I took last week when we were at the nursery. This is a pink wild azalea in full bloom. I seriously doubt either one of my two will ever look like that but as I recall, last year's bloom of the flame azalea I planted years ago had more flowers than I'd ever seen on it so maybe it will be even better this year. There used to be a flame azalea planted very near here on part of the yard of a house that had been unoccupied for a long time which had grown up into weeds but every spring that azalea bloomed and was beautiful. Then the damn Methodist church who owned the property decided to turn the old house into offices and cut down everything in the yard, including that azalea. 
I will never not be pissed off about that. They probably didn't even know it was there and I wonder if they would have cared if they had. But that yard is sure neat and tidy these days. 

It was raining hard when I got up and then it rained even harder. We got thunder and lightning and a tornado warning but I don't think there were any actual tornados reported. The power went out, as it generally does during a storm, and although the generator kicked in the way it's supposed to, it soon cut back off with great sounds of pops and backfires. Glen looked at it but it was still raining and lightning and so he closed it up and came back inside and the power company did get us all hooked back up relatively soon.
All I can say is- he better get thing fixed, sooner rather than later. 

As I laid in bed this morning, enjoying the sound of the rain and the coolness of the air coming in through the window above my head, I thought about the fact that I could take a day off of doing yard work without any guilt. I imagined knitting or mending or even working on that jigsaw puzzle which I doubt I will finish before I die, no matter how many years I have left. 

And I did finally sit down in front of the TV and work on a shirt I've been patching for well over a year while I finished watching the movie "Blue Moon" which I'd started a few nights ago. I was interested in it because Ethan Hawke played the main character, Lorenz Hart, he of the Rogers and Hart duo. Almost the entire movie was set in a bar where Hart had gone to get a drink which he felt he dearly needed after watching the play "Oklahoma" which had been written by Richard Rogers, his writing partner of 25 years, with Oscar Hammerstein. 
Not a movie for those who crave action, excitement, broad comedy or romance come to fruition. It is a movie for those who like dialogue, excellent acting, good writing, and true stories about real people which can often include deeply unrequited love.

So yeah, I loved it. I have recently come to admire Ethan Hawke since I watched him in the series "Low Down" and I am hoping with all my heart another season comes out soon. 

The best thing that happened today is that I got to talk to May and we talked for well over an hour. I have been needing that. All of my children are so wise and so funny and so very, very precious, each in their own way and I have not gotten nearly enough of May's wisdom, humor, and preciousness in quite awhile. I can't even really talk about it. But it was good and what I needed. I hope I was able to give her a little bit of what she needed. 

One of the lighter things we discussed was this upcoming event which Mr. Moon and I will be attending on Sunday. We will be leaving on Friday, spending one night on the way up, two nights at the destination, and one night on the way home. 
Needless to say, I am having some major anxiety and am still not certain about the "pretty dress" that I am supposed to wear at this event. 

Anyway, May suggested that I try on some of the dresses I have given her over the years, generally because I have outgrown them. There may be one or two that I can now fit into and truthfully, they are all beautiful in their own way and definitely all fit into the category of pretty dresses. I'll probably go to town tomorrow and pick them up from her at work. Even if none of them fits I will have gotten a hug from my darling girl and that will be worth it all. 

Both Jessie's and Lily's families are on vacation. 
Jessie, Vergil, August and Levon made it safely to the campground where they are staying in their new camper. Here are a few pictures she sent me. 

Here's what she wrote: " It’s mostly been cooking and cleaning for me so far. But I think the boys are having fun. 😜"

To which I replied, "Yeah. That’s camping life for moms. Doing everything you usually do but under more difficult circumstances with inferior equipment."

And here are the pictures Lily sent.

Mermaid Maggie!

They're staying in an Airbnb in the same area where Jessie and her family are camping. I believe they're all going to get together tomorrow to go to Weeki Wachee Springs and you know how much I wish I was going to be there too. 

And finally, a few pictures May shared with the group of her and Michael's 10th anniversary trip to Savannah. 

Hank and Rachel have sent me no pictures of them on vacation because they are NOT on vacation but at home where they are working and living and getting ready for a surgery Rachel is having soon which we all hope will help with the horrible chronic pain she has. 

But those are many of my babies and I love to see them all having fun.

I've made a soup which is appropriate as the temperature is dropping like a stone in a deep, cold well. I felt the need to deal with some leftovers in the refrigerator. I can only describe it as chicken/red lentil/many vegetables soup. I also attempted to make Boud's beautiful baguettes  but once again, my bread has failed. Well, not in the sense that I burned it up or it's inedible but in the sense that my baguettes are rather flat. Not enough flour, I am thinking. I do not really know.

I have lost my bread-making abilities which is a huge hit to my ego. 

Hardly life threatening though. It will still taste good, dipped in the soup. The chewier the, well, chewier, I guess. 

And it makes me so happy to think of my grands at Weeki Wachee. Here's a link to a trip I took down there with May, Lily, Owen, and Very Young Gibson. 

No mermaids for me this week. 
Sigh. 
But I am glad there will be for the grandchildren. It's somewhat crazy and quite wonderful that my children still love Weeki Wachee so much that they will take their own children to bask in the mermaid magic. 

Love...Ms. Moon