Getting My Hands Dirty While Being A Spoiled Brat

When I took that picture last night I thought I should name it "Half a moon is better than none."

Doesn't it look like I just photoshopped a knife-edged cut right down the middle of it? Like...there's something missing here.

Glen has gone to spend the night with his friend in ICU again. 
He's struggling. I meant Glen there, although it is impossible to tell if his friend is struggling or not. His condition is such that it is time to discuss alternatives in his care. And Glen, despite not being related to him, feels very strongly he knows what his friend would and would not want at this point. The man's only real relative beside his wife is a sister with whom he is not close at all. And really, it's the wife who has to make the hard decisions and Glen's not sure he has any right to try and influence those decisions while at the same time feeling as if he needs to be his friend's ally. 
He is, to say the least, conflicted. He wants so badly to do the right thing and yet...what is that? Who can really know? 
Things will unfold as they will, of course, but there are no easy answers here. I feel so sad that he is having to go through this with such a close friend. And literally two weeks ago, they were out fishing. But for tonight, he's going to sleep on that little recliner again. He has FSU football on the TV in the room and he's taking it all as it comes. 

He did some work in the garage today, trying to clear it out enough to park his (our) new car in it. We have purchased the car Tom owned when he died. There's a whole story there about WHY Tom needed a new car and let's just say he was not driving it legally. But it's a good vehicle, a Suburu, and is comfortable for him. It's a little higher off the ground than the Camry he's been driving for years for his in-town errands and when we take our trips. So it's easier for him to get in and out of. It has more computerized shit in it than anyone needs and all sorts of warnings and alarms making it practically impossible for a driver to run into anything or drive off the road or, hell. I don't know. Sing out of tune? I would not be surprised. He's going to disable a lot of that stuff because it's annoying. 
And all of this would be fine with me. Glen's always been the guy who picks out what we drive based on all sorts of criteria which range from dependability to resale value to gas milage to...well everything. 
And he never buys anything new. 
So yes, I trust Glen to buy the right car for us at the right time but I have a major problem with this car. Extremely major. And that is...the car is brown. 
It is brown, brown, brown. And the interior? Browner still. 
Oh, it's super cool that the seats have air-blowing, cooling abilities. It's cool that it's a very, very safe car. It's cool that there's lots of storage room. All that and a lot more is terrific. 
But the brown? 
I get a true visceral reaction from it and it's not a good visceral reaction and I have made that very clear and he's made it very clear that he's sorry but that's the way it is. 
This reminds me of the log cabin situation and yes, that project has come to a halt with the whole dealing-with-Tom's-estate thing and now this situation with his friend but that cabin, inside and out, was brown too, although he did put up sheetrock which he has painted and can paint so there's not quite as much brown. 
And I am ashamed of myself for getting so upset about such a small issue and I know it's the perfect example of a first world problem and I need to shut up because he's not going to change his mind but the thought of going on long journeys in that car depresses the hell out of me. 
Suck it up, buttercup. Get over it. 
I mean- you can get internet in that car. 
Today was the first time I'd actually seen the interior. We drove in it to Monticello for lunch just as little together-outing. We went to a supposed barbecue place we'd been to once several years ago and it sucked today as much as it had then. 
As Glen said, "In Monticello, it's pretty much the Mexican restaurant and everything there tastes the same."
"Yes," I told him, "But it's a good taste."
And I am right. 
But it was nice just to be out with my sweetheart and then, to make the date even more romantic and exciting, we went to Aldi's to pick up a few things and once again, the aisles were almost empty but luckily, this time I was not held hostage by anyone. 
I wanted some tofu because there's a recipe I want to try for crispy tofu and tonight would be the perfect time to do that. What I think I'm going to eat along with the hopefully incredibly crispy tofu, I do not know. Perhaps peppers and onions. Whatever. 

But the thing that has brought me the most joy today was planting my lettuce seeds. I planted one row of these:

And one of these:

The greens you see up there at the top left of the picture is the arugula. 

And, if this picture is any indication, Glen's okra plants are about to get blooms.

But what I wanted to say is that mixing compost into the dirt and sprinkling seeds into the rows I made with it and then patting them down like I was patting the sweet, plump bottom of a baby gave me such pleasure. 

Look how tiny they are. 
I'll water them in tomorrow. The soil wasn't dry because of the watering I did for the collards and mustards. 

There is something about the ancient alchemy of combining seeds and dirt and sun and water to create food that never fails to thrill me. 

And that's all I have to say about that. 

Love...Ms. Moon