Sunday, March 17, 2013


We are home and all is well except for the fact that the dogs are still alive and YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT, DIDN'T YOU?
So okay, I did.
Happy?
Yeah. Me too.

Even the flowers from Jessie's shower a week ago are still lovely.



I love my house. My peeling-paint, funky house. There's very little about it that doesn't make me happy. Okay, I'd really like an actual laundry room. But you know- I can live without one. I make do with the space that's there and it's fine. This is my home and when you fall in love with a house and you make it your home, it's like falling in love with a person and making a life with them. No one is perfect, no house is perfect. So what? You learn to fit your own imperfections around what you have and somehow, it's all not only okay but part of the charm. Mostly.

We stopped on our way home at the Coastal Restaurant in Panacea which we often do. Talk about funky. And it is always packed. It takes so long to get your food that you feel that you might have entered a parallel universe where restaurants take your order but never bring you a meal. But you sit and you wait and then finally after several eons and geologic eras they bring you your fried shrimp and crab claws and whatever you ordered (and you might as well go ahead and order the fried okra because it's GOOD) and you think you're so hungry you can eat all of everything on your plate and then after about three minutes you realize that no, you cannot, and then after about ten minutes you realize you have seriously hurt yourself trying.
You leave with your leftovers in a container and the certain notion that you will never eat again. Ever.
And then the next time you go through Panacea, you stop and do it again.

When we pulled into our driveway, Elvis was waiting and I didn't even step out of the truck before I was scattering hushpuppies and fried okra for him and his ladies.
My chickens missed me. I know they did. Right now a few of the hens are sitting on the kitchen porch, out of the rain and close to the food. I swear to you that if I was one shade crazier than I am now I would let those chickens in the house. Nothing would make me happier. But they'd poop. It would get messy.

Anyway, I'm rambling. We're home and we never have to eat again and I've got laundry running in my tiny laundry area and Mr. Moon is through cleaning the boat and I've talked to May on the phone and tomorrow I'll be going to eat noodles with the grands and their mama.
Oh wait. I'm never going to eat again. Right?
Hell. It never works that way, does it?

Here's a few more pictures of the island I took. Can't let them go to waste.
If I can still publish pictures. We shall see.






It was a good time on the island and now we are back in Lloyd where we keep our home and where it is raining and where the damn dogs are still alive and the fine, fat hens as well and if this is real life, well, that's okay. 

Love...Ms. Moon

15 comments:

  1. Oh, welcome home. I feel nearly relieved that you're back and not so much about the dogs.

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  2. Beautiful pictures... just stunningly beautiful! I love the Rays.

    Zalia used to let chickens run in her house at one time. It was during the lost years. :)

    Love Llyod for me.
    Love youz,
    m

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  3. Welcome home. We had a lovely trip to the island, didn't we? Those pictures are beautiful, especially the stingrays.

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  4. Elizabeth- Those dogs will never die. I swear.

    Ms. Fleur- Haha! I can see Zalia letting the chickens have run of the house. I bet they cut down on the roach population. Thanks for that image. Cracked me up.

    Jill- Rays are so amazing. They look as if they were flying through water.

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  5. I love the photos! Welcome home

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  6. Deb- I love the photos too. They are proof I went away and saw some things.

    Pamela- Hey, honey! it's so nice to see you here. I feel like I have many mercies. Amen.

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  7. Glad you're home and glad you went away. The dogs are your hounds and they will die one day and you'll probably cry buckets. They're a big pain in the ass but part of the whole. But I mean, a big pain in the ass.

    XXX Beth

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  8. Welcome back. I was so busy with my house full of family that I didn't get to follow your trip post by post, but I'm caught up now. While you were in the happy quiet I was living in happy chaos.

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  9. Awww, poor dogs. I do love the stingray photo. Even the Gulf water looks a little brownish there. It's always great to get away somewhere, isn't it?!

    I've heard of people letting chickens roam their house, but I don't know. Seems like a bad idea to me.

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  10. Gorgeous. Unbelievably gorgeous. But, I'm glad you are glad to be home. I met a 6th-generation Floridian last night. I told him about your blog and how much you love your home there. He said "real Florida can be awesome". Sure looks like it from here.

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  11. Oh the photos!

    Sorry about the dogs :)

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  12. I would just stay on Dog Island and turn into a crazy man with really long matted hair and a long beard. But I am glad that you absorbed the sea and island into your heart and soul again. And home is also good!

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  13. Beth Coyote- Because you have a kind heart, you think I do too. And I do, to a certain extent. Which does not extend to my dogs. I swear to you. I doubt I will weep one tear between the two of them.

    Denise- And thus- order and balance in the universe.

    Steve Reed- That is the bay where I took those pictures and the high winds we'd had muddied it up. Thus, the brown tinge.

    Vesuvius At Home- Which is why I try to stick to the real Florida.

    Jo- It was so pretty. It really was.

    Syd- I can see that! And...you could do it, my friend. I swear you could.

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  14. Love those photos, so glad blogger let you put them up.

    Here's an idea - take the dogs to Dog Island, let them live out their golden years pooping with abandon all over the island!

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