Florida Architecture, Tallahassee, And Not Much Else

 I was trying to get a picture of the front porch plants with the late afternoon sun spotlighting them when look who ambled up and posed for a second. 
My mean old girl. 
I've missed her bitey ass following me around outside and although I am not exactly sure that's what she was doing, she did certainly appear out of the blue. 
She also got in bed and slept with us last night. I say "us" but she doesn't get near Mr. Daddy Moon as she knows he will not tolerate any such foolishness. Now, when it comes to her sitting on his lap, he'll stay in that chair for long periods of time in order not to disturb her. 
I was a little worried this morning because she did not come and ask for her Temptations. I found her sleeping on the back deck again. She seems to like that spot. She's up higher than being on ground level and the way the sun travels across the sky, it always has a puddle or two of sunshine. I asked her if she'd like her treats and she politely meowed that no, thank you, she was fine. 
Or something like that, anyway. 
Later I brought her a lovely small dish with her gross goo treat and some equally gross cat pate in it and she ate most of that. 
I wish I could say that I think she's completely back to normal but she really isn't. Just as she knows when one of us is needing tending, I can tell when she is not herself. I wish she'd let me attend to her the way she attends and tends to us but she won't. Still, I do what I can.

I went to town again today. I know that must sound odd to many of you. What does going to town mean? Do I live completely out in the sticks? What town? Why? 
And a whole lot of you know that yes, Lloyd is sort of in the sticks and the nearest town where we like to shop and where most of our business takes place and where the kids live and the libraries are, and where the doctors' offices and hospital are, as well as the good restaurants is Tallahassee. Tallahassee is the capital of the state of Florida and has three universities unless I'm forgetting one or two. 
And it's only about a twenty minutes' drive although I can get to the Publix nearest us as well as the Waffle House in about ten minutes if I get on the interstate. And hell- a lot of people who live IN Tallahassee can't get to a Publix or a Waffle House in ten minutes. So that ain't bad.
I try my best to stay on the east side of town when I go in which works out pretty well. There are two Publix grocery stores in that proscribed area, a library, and the Costco. Also some pretty good restaurants and a Walmart although I do my best to avoid that special circle of hell. Lily and Lauren as well as Hank and Rachel live this side of Capital Circle which is a route that yes, encircles Tallahassee. When I first moved here in 1974, they were still building it and it was called the truck route. 
And honey, the truck route was way out in the boonies. 
Now you can't get a book mark between buildings on Capital Circle North East. 
Okay. That's a little bit of hyperbole but not far from the truth at all. 
Jessie and May both live some miles from Cap Circle but not too far away and not too close to FSU which is where the insanity lies as far as I'm concerned. They're not far from the capitol where all the legislating and governing and grift and corruption and money passed under the table and rich white men get richer happens. And where the streets literally blew up a few weeks ago. 
Now. When I moved to Tallahassee, this is what the Capitol Building looked like. 

A perfectly lovely, albeit a little too plantation-like building with graceful lines and history behind it. It was built between 1839 and 1845. And then, in 1973, a new addition was deemed necessary and by 1977, when the project was completed, it looked like this.

Nope. Not kidding. 
Could there have BEEN a more cock and balls design? 

Well. This is Florida. 
And hey look- the architect for the project design was Edward Durell Stone who actually designed the Kennedy Center. And a lot of other buildings! 
He wasn't just some fly-by-night wanna-be from Orlando. He was a real and true respected architect! 

Anyway, what the hell was I talking about? Things keep going on here, interrupting my tenuous as it is train of thought. 
So yes, I went to town and met Lily, Lauren, and Jessie at Habana's Boardwalk, the Cuban restaurant which we all love, for lunch. Lily's break coincided with when we could all get together. It was a very good time. Our server was Jesse, my favorite server, and wouldn't you know, my across the street neighbors whom I probably haven't talked to in four months at least were there and we got caught up. A little bit, anyway. 

Then on to Publix and then home. 
And that has been my day. 

Glen spent most of the day over at Tom's, bush-hogging a field and dealing with a propane tank that the company wanted back. He's home now and ready to rest. 
Bush-hogging makes him so very, very happy. It is his version of how I feel about weeding, only perhaps more so because sort-of heavy machinery is involved. 

Pottery resumes tomorrow and I plan to be there. Unfortunately, Jessie has work. I will miss her so but I am hoping to hear all about Pottery Lizzie's trip to Belize with her daughter. And to catch up on everyone's past two weeks. It seems like it's been an eon since we've seen each other. 
Let's face it. If not for going out to lunch with my kids and going to pottery, I'd be a complete hermit except for necessary shopping. 

Sorry for the dearth of pictures but somehow I keep forgetting to take luncheon photos of my darlings. I will try to do better tomorrow, perhaps getting a few pictures at pottery. 

Good Lord but I hope I can get up at 7:00. It seems impossible but I can probably manage it. 

Love...Ms. Moon