Friday night and Mr. Moon asked me out on a date and Lon and Lis are playing in town and here I am, in my overalls and making our supper and glad to be.
I got to see Lon and Lis on their way into town. They stopped for coffee and hugs as they sometimes do and it was a joy to see them, as always but I just need to be home right now. Going out in public is hard and that's part of the process this little bit of a spate of going-crazy creates.
I spent all day long cleaning bathrooms and if that sounds absurd, let me tell you that my bathroom, the one that Oprah built (long story) has every sort of cleaning involved. Furniture polish, shower-cleaning, tub-cleaning, tile-cleaning. Add in to that all of my stuff and clothes spread around and it took...all day.
You want to dance, you have to pay the piper.
And then the washing machine sprung a leak.
And yet, it's been okay.
I'm going through the process of this little bit of crazy and I swear to you- it's okay.
It's okay. I'm making pineapple chicken and poached pears with blue cheese and pecans and it's going to be good.
I took Miss Flopsy out of the nest today and put her by the waterer. She drank and drank and drank and then she ate and ate and ate. And she's back on the nest now.
There's a lesson to be learned here. I'll let you know what it is when I figure it out.
Happy Friday night, y'all.