Not Funny But At Least You Won't Sob Into Your Coffee

I want to be funny again. I want to write a crack-you-up post that'll have you giggling and maybe chortling and maybe even guffawing. I want to have a good time here and I want you to as well.

I keep trying to think of something that's amusing. Something that made ME laugh, or, at least when looked back upon, gave me a chuckle. I'm sure something did, something has, but for right this second, not so much.

Well, there is this:
I was talking to my nephew Kian on the phone the other day before he came out for the birthday party.
"Kian," I said, "I'll bet you've grown five feet since I've seen you!"
"I doubt that," he said. "I'm not even five feet tall."
"Well, maybe a foot then," I said. "At least six inches."
"That's far more likely," he said.

Kian is what? Seven? He always cracks me up.

No, almost everything right now is definitely NOT cracking me up, but still- I can enjoy the goodness of things and that's good enough.

Here are some pictures of things in my world today and one of Jessie and her friend Melissa in Lorie's house over in St. Augustine. They drove over there yesterday to attend a sort of party that Lon and Lis were playing at and they stayed at Lorie's house. I know they had a great time. Just staying in Lorie's house is enough to insure that. Lorie, as I have said before, is such an amazing house keeper that I suspect that instead of scrubbing her walls, I believe she may actually paint them once a week or so. They are THAT clean. But it's not an intimidating sort of clean. One has to suspect that she has magical powers which makes it all okay. She certainly has beautiful magical things everywhere you turn.

Anyway, here's a picture of the girls that Lorie sent me:

It's such a beautiful thing when the "young people" like to hang out with us olds. There are two of those young people that like to come and be in plays at the Opera House with us old people. I was talking to one of them the other day about this. I said, "Caleb, how come you guys like to hang out with us old people?"
And he said, "Well, y'all are cooler than anyone I know. Plus, you all know so much more."
"Well," I said, "We'd have to be complete fucking morons not to know more than twenty-year olds at this point in our lives."
He may have been taken aback. I'm not sure.

Anyway, here are some pictures from the yard today:


The Confederate Jasmine is starting to bloom. I love how the buds are twirly and whirly and then open up into those pinwheel blooms with their intoxicating smell. Really. They can knock you out on a late spring evening. Just BOOM! fall over, faint with the scent of them.


Here's the clever bamboo trellis Mr. Moon built for the tomatoes. He is ALL about the garden this year and I have to say it's never looked better.


Potato bloom. Yes. Potatoes bloom.

Can you see the bright green, almost translucent new leaves on the magnolia? They will sturdy-up soon but for now, they are delicate.


Last but not least. When I came in after gathering eggs and went to the sink to wash my hands, I found this little green guy, waiting patiently for a bug to fly by. I love these tiny frogs. He hopped down into the sink below the dish drainer after I took his picture. I imagine he's still there.

And that's my world today. It's Monday. The birds are calling, the wind is blowing in some weather. Everything seems to be waiting, holding its breath between gusts. I hear a frog chugging away in the swamp out back beyond the railroad track, expecting rain to fall on his back soon. The hens are eating the corn I threw them. The new leaves of the magnolia are fluttering.
Nothing very funny but profoundly okay.

And tell me, if you want, what is okay in your part of the world.