It's Sunday So I'm Swearing A Lot

Well, I just took the new skillet out for a test-run. I cooked our deer sausage in it this morning and it was lovely and then when I went to clean it it was easier to clean than Teflon.
Twelve dollars well spent.

Man. I am boring today. Not bored, though. It's Sunday which means I have to keep a sharp look-out for the crazies which seem to cycle by my house on Sundays more than any other day but so far, so good.

Mr. Moon used to have a receptionist and every time you asked her how she was, EVERY FUCKING TIME, she would say, "So far so good."
She spent most of her time at work researching Beanie Babies on the internet. She thought she was going to get rich off of Beanie Babies. She didn't work for Mr. Moon for very long. I wonder how she is now. I would bet the ranch on two things:
1. She did not get rich off of Beanie Babies.
2. If I saw her tomorrow and asked her how she was doing, she would say, "So far so good."

The state of Florida has the most fucked-up government you can imagine. You know what our damn legislature has been spending its time on? Trying to make laws to protect fetal rights. And laws to hasten the dispensation of the death penalty. (That's such a cliche. Wish it wasn't based on fact.) Also, the chamber passed a bill to protect the citizens of Florida from being judged in local courts by the dreaded Shariah Law which we all know is a huge threat to our way of life here.
Good god.
And of course they're busy as little doodlebugs trying to make sure that Obama knows that he better keep his hands off our guns! And while they're at it, they're trying to pass a bill which would let principals and superintendents designate who can carry guns in schools.
Good idea you stupid Republican fuckwads.

Did I just say that?
Yes. Yes I did.

The Tea Party may be losing favor in the other states but not in Florida. Hell, if Sarah Palin moved here, we'd probably figure out how to elect her as the Queen of Florida. Not just governor. Nah. That wouldn't be good enough for the likes of her. Queen. For a lifetime. You betcha!

So we had pancakes this morning. Banana, blueberry, pecan, flax. Buttermilk. I don't even bother to make pancakes if I don't have buttermilk. (That's a lie.)

Okay. Here's a question for you poets: How come when poets read their work they often sound as if they are so fucking weary of the entire world and especially their own words that they can't keep their voice from falling off at the end of every line? And the drone. God! The drone! Is this a thing? Did it start with TS Eliot or something? And of course not all poets read like this but more than you'd think possible by sheer coincidence. Am I just being a bitchy-McBitch here?

So I'm not sure what I'm going to do today. Mr. Moon is right now moving a bird feeder that one wily squirrel has figured out how to get on by jumping from the branches of a nearby camellia bush. I was afraid he was just going to shoot the squirrel but no, he's going to be humane and stuff and move the feeder farther from the bush. I am glad because I'm getting sort of attached to the little fucker. He's obviously the smartest and most agile of all the squirrels in the entire yard. And the birds don't seem to mind him. They eat right alongside of him, all of them munching in companionable inter-species peace. Still. Squirrels can eat a lot.
So wait- what was I talking about? Oh yeah, what am I going to do today? I am going to hold the bird feeder for Mr. Moon when he needs me to do that. That should take up a good five minutes.
Besides that, I'm not sure. I think I might just get in the office and start back to the old novel. Why not? I surely don't need to cook today. I have leftover soup, muffins, and an entire pizza. Plus other stuff. Maybe I'll try out the new Hula Hoe. Just for fun.

All right. I guess I don't have anything else I really need to talk about. I have skipped religion today out of a gross disinterest. But wait. Hold on. Here's one more thing.
A very short little video of The Rolling Stones' gig at echoplex last night in L.A. Elizabeth- did you go? Haha! It was one of those surprise gigs and I suppose they're warming up for the tour they're about to take. "Fifty Years And Counting."
You know what I think is amazing? Mick Jagger's hips. THE DUDE IS GOING TO BE SEVENTY YEARS OLD IN THREE MONTHS and he has hips like a teeny-tiny snake.
Check it out. If you want to.





I'm still in love with Keith Richards. I can't help it. It's religious or something. The thought of him protects and comforts me.

Portrait by Sebastian Kruger

The thought of Mick Jagger amuses me.
These are very good things.
Each to our own.


Love...Ms. Moon