Just A Bloggie Blog Post

Spring's interruption has been corrected and it is warm again and sunny although it rained and was chilly yesterday. The birds are singing again, the sky is blue like old Levi's and I got five eggs yesterday. Five from seven hens which I think is pretty fine.
Kathleen and I talked about getting more chicks this spring and we probably will.
We had a nice long time to sit and chat in the waiting room of the Thomasville oncology center and that was nice. It was chilly and gray outside but cozy inside and everyone is so nice there. Dr. McCutiePie fussed sweetly at Kathleen for losing weight, for not drinking enough water, and then he showed us pictures of his children. I told him that he had to see a picture of my grandson, too, to be fair, and he admired the picture of Owen and Bop that I showed him.
He's not only Dr. McCutiePie, he's also Dr. McSweetiePie and dang, his kids are cute.

Mr. Moon surprised me with a bracelet I had admired in Cozumel and wasn't that darling of him? I think so. I gave him huge bath towels (or, bath sheets as they are rightly called) and the idea for them had come in Mexico because Hotel B used some like them and he had enjoyed having a towel whose size did justice to his. We gave each other cards and chocolate and then drove to the coast and ate WAY too much supper. What's with me and the food? Jesus. It was delicious but by the time we got home, I was feeling way too queasy to romp which is sort of sad when you think about it. But damn, it was good. I think what we got were mate's platters. Ahoy there, Matey! Here's your grease! Tasty grease. Even though I got my shrimp and oysters broiled, they used so much...what IS that tasty grease?...that I might as well have gone on and gotten 'em fried. And of course the mullet had to be fried. You CAIN'T broil no damn mullet. Everyone knows that. And the crabcake was rich as sin and the hushpuppies were fried, of course. And I ate it all. Every bit. And my delicious iceberg salad with plenty of croutons and bacon bits.
I don't eat that way usually. And honey, it tasted good but I did myself no favors at all.

None.

Well, that's what's happening here in the World of Moon. I'm taking Lily to lunch today- just the two of us (and I swear- I am eating a salad WITHOUT CROUTONS OR BACON BITS)- while Bop babysits the boy. He is WILD in restaurants and this will be the first time Lily has gone out to eat without him in some time. We're also going to shop for birthing supplies and maybe a few things for the baby. I swear- it's so hard to shop for a baby whose sex you don't know. I'm thrilled that we don't know but everything is either WAY boy or WAY girl. Us old people remember when NO ONE knew the sex of the baby and baby clothes came in yellow and green and could go either way. It's a baby for god's sake. Anyway, it'll be nice to have Lily all to myself and we'll get out of Target without having purchased any bribe toys although guilt toys may be bought. Lily feels guilty if she leaves Owen for ten minutes when she's not at work. She's such a good mama, that girl.

So I need to get myself together and get to town. Does it seem like I've been way busier than usual? It does to me. I've got a rehearsal tonight, then Owen will come tomorrow and Friday and then I have performances on Friday and Saturday. One more weekend after that and Nobody's Perfect will be part of my history and I can move on to gardens and new babies and eating right again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. One of these days I'll get my shit together.

Okay. Elvis is out there dancing for the ladies and they want OUT and wait a minute! What happened to my Levis sky? It's gray as Grandma Mose's hair out there now. Shitfire.

Well, things change. Constantly.

Have a good day, y'all. I mean it.