Monday, May 4, 2015

Here's What's Happening In My Neck Of The Woods

The ducks laid their eggs right beside the door. One of the hens is cackling to inform us all that she has laid an egg and would like her rooster husband to come and collect her. The baby chicks are happily scratching around the coop with their mother. I have drunk my smoothie and need to get my ass out the door for a walk and I'm just so lazy.

I need to get this walk done because we are rounding out the Jessie-Birthday-Weekend with sister-mama pedicures this afternoon. I personally feel as if I should soak my feet in bleach before I subject them to a human who has to touch them but I probably won't. I do have to shave my legs and wash my feet, however. Lily has to take Gibson to the doctor before we go because the little guy stuck a peanut up his nose yesterday. I swear to you- I am convinced boys are born with a gene which forces them to stick stuff up their noses. She wasn't sure it was still there yesterday but she said this morning that he says it is and his breathing was sniffly last night.


I keep thinking about a Neil deGrasse Tyson interview I read in Esquire this month. How can you not love that man? Here's the link if you want to read it. 
It's pretty short and highly amusing as well as thought-provoking. Of course. It's Neil deGrasse Tyson.

Let's see. What else can I do to procrastinate, I mean write about?
Well, I'm almost done with "Storm of Swords" and I am in deep grief about that. I want to save it. I don't want to ever finish it. If there weren't so many wonderful books in the world to read, I'd turn that audio version into the library and get the regular book and start reading THAT. I am not ready to let it go. I am grateful that I like this sort of fiction because it's true escapism and since I really don't GO anywhere, it's magic to be able to clamp those headphones on and take off to other kingdoms.

Okay. I better do it. See what's happening in Lloyd. I know the dewberries are ripe. The passion flower vines are spreading everywhere. I keep hoping I'll see Old Mr. Turtle sunning himself on the side of the road near his underground abode or Old Mrs. Turtle making her way down the path to lay her eggs but so far I have not. I did see a rabbit the other day. I keep thinking I see snakes but they are just crookedy sticks. Well, except for that rattler a few weeks ago.

So good morning from Lloyd. It's a beautiful day. I'll show you a picture of my lovely feet tonight. I know. I'm too kind.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Hey Ms. Moon - have you read any Neal Stephenson? I think you would love the Baroque Trilogy, or Anathem. If you are looking for serious escapism after you're done with Storm of Swords. He writes ridiculously clever amazing stories. I'm sure you know him.

  2. Thanks for that, Mwa!

    I'm rereading the Eragon books (well, read no.3 and think I'll read no.4 again too) as I'm procrastinating as well. They're not very good, but at the same time, they don't have to be, they're still fun. And lots of work and thought has gone into them.

  3. Oh, those sweet ducks.
    And the rooster husband.
    And you walking down the road.

  4. Your posts make me smile. That laundry drying on the line, then folded just so in the basket, that made me wish I had a clothesline and all those cute linens. This post is lovely too, the ducks, the birthday celebrations continuing, the pedicure.. Have a great day, can't wait to see your toes. :)

  5. Well, I hope Gibson won't have to have any sort of medical intervention...that isn't just a boy thing, I actually stuck something up my nose and my mother was livid at having to take me to the doctor. Nothing was done and all was well, though of course she never let me forget about how stupid it was for a little kid to do that...I love your clothes on the line...the weather has been beautiful. Can't wait to see your toes. Enjoy the afternoon.

  6. Mwa- I do not know him but will make a note right now! Thank you!

    Jo- Are those Stephenson's books?

    Denise- This my life!

    Mel- I love to buy old linens at thrift stores. Often they are barely used, if ever. I have hundreds of napkins. I swear.

    e- Your mother should not have made such a big deal out of it. I'm sorry to say that. I HAVE enjoyed my afternoon. So much.

  7. My son did the same thing as Gibson, but with a raisin, and there was a whole emergency room visit with his little body in a big machine to see if the raisin had gone into his lungs. We never knew where that raisin went but he was perfectly fine afterwards. Boys! My daughter never thought to do any such thing.

  8. I never stuck anything up my nose, except my finger. For what it's worth.


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