Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday Evening/Sunday Morning Services
Jimmy Buffett once said that there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Not so much here in Lloyd at the Church of the Batshit Crazy where Saturday night sort of drifts softly into Sunday morning and what a Sunday morning it is. I knew the weather had cooled down a bit when I ran the water to wash my face this morning. It came out of the tap cold and I smiled.
Well, guess what? Lady Spider did not die, she merely moved. Right to the damn screen door and when I opened one half of the double doors this morning, her web moved with it. Don't cry for her, Argentina. She is alive and fine but she cannot keep her web there. I don't know what happened to the little man. Perhaps she ate him for a tasty midnight snack which gave her the energy she needed to spin and weave her new web. Well she better find a new husband or perhaps a Red Bull because she's going to have to move. Access to the porch cannot be denied.
Last night we built a fire and Mr. Moon cooked steaks. We don't eat a lot of red meat so when we do, it's a big deal and we enjoy the entire process.
I wandered around after we got the fire built and took pictures of things in the night. I know I've posted another picture almost exactly like this one before, but I'm going to post this one anyway because I like it. I love the way our house looks from the back yard at night with the lights on.
When I bought the purple gladiolas last week, I noticed that there was one stalk of not-purples among them and when I brought them home, I put that stalk in a blue vase on the porch. It's a lovely peachy color and this is what it looked like last night:
Onto the kitchen.
Lynn's sister Peggy sent me three beautiful aprons for my birthday and one of them was so gorgeous I had to put it up on the wall. I love having aprons on the wall. And let me point out that only Mr. Moon eats "O's". Cereal is not cereal to him unless it is an "O" cereal. I do not know why.
Here's the bread I made to go with the meat last night. Isn't it a lovely loaf of flax and oat goodness?
We ate our supper and it was delicious and by then it was almost late enough to go to bed and so we did after the kitchen was cleaned up. I never, ever leave the dishes overnight. I think the sight of the previous night's mess would throw my morning despair quite over the edge and I would probably have to take a dirty knife from the cutting board and slit my wrists. Or something. Weep, at least.
This morning while I was making waffles, Suzie crowed like a big boy and yes, I am having a great deal of trouble making the transition in my mind of that bird being a boy. I have no idea why. But to me she shall probably remain as a very butchy girl even though there is absolutely no doubt she's a boy. Ah lah. Magical thinking or something.
Anyway, besides the crowing coming from the coop this morning, I thought for sure I heard the triumphant cackle-call of a hen who has just laid an egg. I turned the fire down on everything in the kitchen and raced to the coop with my camera but I found no egg whatsoever. Damn. But here's a picture of some of the young'uns, including the elusive and shy Daffodil who has never once eaten out of my hand, no matter how patient I am or how sweetly I coax her.
That is Henry behind her. He is becoming a very brave rooster and does a wonderful job of protecting his ladies. And he has no problem eating out of my hand. I would also like to add that the hole in Miss Penny's brain is filling in nicely. Let's hear it for golden seal. It's not just for drug test cleansing, people!
The firespike is beginning to bloom which means two things: Fall is coming and the hurricane season is here. It's a beautiful plant.
Those are the fronds of a young sable palm behind it.
The blue salvia is also blooming. It's not very dramatic but my Lord, what a gorgeous color blue.
And in the same bed I have these and I think I know the name of them but dammit, it won't come up on the old hard drive of my brain. Oh well.
Does it begin with a "c"? This is how I spend my life. Wondering what it is I've forgotten.
Well, that's Saturday night and Sunday morning in Lloyd.
Not much going on but enough to make a life.
Mine, anyway.
Wait! I forgot the obligatory lizard shot. Here it is:
And I suppose I forgot a sermon, too.
Oh. You know what my sermon always is. Bless our hearts. Indeed.
And to quote Ms. Bastard who quotes Kurt Vonnegut, let me just add, "If this isn't nice, what is?"
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My spider pair made babies and hit the road, Jack! I just made a little entry about them. Yours will make her egg case soon. I'm sure of it! Might be why she's on the porch now.
ReplyDeleteI love all of these photos! We had a fire last night, too! But no red meat. Only tomato sandwiches...
What lovely pictures! What a lovely post! I just talked to you, Ms. Moon Mama on the phone, but to everyone who wished me luck with my computer: Thank you! Everything seems OK! Thank the fucking Lord. Now I have to go catch up on all the other lovely blogs by all you lovely people. And then? Belly plaster cast. See you then, Mama!
ReplyDeleteMs. Trouble- I just realized you had quoted me on a sidebar of your blog and I am incredibly honored. Your spider pictures were awesome.
ReplyDeleteAnd you know what? YOU'RE GOING TO BE FINE! Thus it is decreed.
May- Belly cast!!!!
It's always nice when you post a bunch of pictures. What's hanging on the kitchen walls over the apron? Are they ornaments? Whatever they are, they look pretty, and I'm loving the hula girl on the porch. :D Happy Sunday, Ms. Moon.
ReplyDeleteYes, Ms. Ginger. They are Christmas ornaments which were the ones Mr. Moon's family used when he was a child. I love them and don't want them to come out of the box only during Christmas, which I hate so they hang all year round.
ReplyDeleteThe lizard is adorable, a little green anole. When I worked at the pet store, I loved watching them eat crickets. They stalked them and pounced, very comical.
ReplyDeleteThe spider....I couldn't sleep at night if I had any inkling that there was something like that anywhere near my house. *shivers*
This IS nice. And I'm glad that your morning despair was somewhat alleviated today. I've been having a bit of morning despair of late as well -- wondering what to do about it. Maybe I need some Los Angeles chickens.
ReplyDeleteWhen I do "Itsy Bitsy Spider" with my grandchildren, I always cheer when the spider crawls up the water spout again. They now expect it. Yay Spider!
ReplyDeleteI never wear an apron, but that one would change my mind. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI have brought my kids up on that saying.
ReplyDeleteYou're all spider lovin' freaks, I hope you know that.
ReplyDeleteI have to scroll quickly past the spider photos.
Rachel- Yes. Those anoles are the tiny clowns of my life. They live all over my porches and yard. I do love them. And spiders? Ah. They eat mosquitoes. What more could I ask?
ReplyDeleteElizabeth- There are very few problems which cannot be lightened by a flock of chickens. Maybe not cured or healed, but lightened.
Ms. Lucy- That's what I say- Yay Spider!
Mwa- Actually, aprons are awesome.
Maggie- I have no doubt.
Ms. Jo- I am sorry. I understand.
Coreopsis?
ReplyDeleteYou know how some blogs can be identified as having "adult content". I strongly believe that they ought also be identified as having "spider content"
Thanks for the nod my dear Ms. Moon. And yes, bless our hearts--every damn one of us.
ReplyDeleteI ordered that book you recommended. I am always forgetting shit, too, so I can't remember the title right now, but I wanted you to know I did order it. If you reckoned I'd like it, I figured I probably would. Now, I have to my plant my ass in the damn chair long enough to read it.
Sending love and wishes for a good week. Your life looks enchanting as a motherfucker to me. It really does. I love the porch at night.
SB
I thought of you yesterday when we went to an Asian Market in the next town over and they had for sale stuffed roosters. No stuffed with stuffing to eat stuffed, but taxidermed; they were actually very pretty and I wanted ot buy one, but that was ixnayed very quickly. Apparently I am the only member of the church of batshit crazy in MY house.
ReplyDeleteThe lizard! He's on the windchime! That's killing me.
ReplyDeleteCindy- I'm sorry. But damn, I love my spiders.
ReplyDeleteMs. Bastard- Handling Sin. I hope you like it. I think it's rather beautiful and wacky. The kids and I were sitting around yesterday and I said, "Wouldn't it be nice if Ms. Bastard was here?" We all agreed we have to get you down for a visit.
Kori- Oh. I totally would have bought one of those. Yes!
Steph- And what you can't see is that wasps live IN the windchime. Lot of nature going on here at Casa Luna.
I would love to visit. Definitely.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to bring spider/bug spray though. Kidding. Just kidding. I know how you love your spiders.
SB
And that first pic w/the mirror and the porch... ah, so nice.
ReplyDeleteMs. Bastard- We have bug spray everywhere. Not for the spiders but for the mosquitoes. No need to bring your own.
ReplyDeleteSteph- Thanks for noticing that one. I like that picture.
Amen.
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