My goodness but we are definitely taking our time around Lloyd today. One of us did not get up until 9:30 and one of us did not get up until 10:00. Guess who was which? Let me just say that by the time I got up, half the coffee was gone.
We must have needed the sleep. And oh my dreams! I do not intend to go into full report here but I will say that at one point, I looked at the person who was staying with me in Dreamland Lloyd and said, "You know how bizarre my life seems sometimes from my blog? Well. It has NEVER been this bizarre."
Whether I was bragging or apologizing, I am not sure but according to my dream, the dead come back and plant corn.
Which, I do not completely disbelieve.
So we let the baby chicks out of the chick box to walk around the coop with their mama this morning. I am not sure that they could not get OUT of the coop but I have full trust in Mama to completely control them and since she cannot get out, if they do, she will call them back and they will come. They are obedient little things. I am thinking about calling them "Precious" and "Pretty." I have had so many chick-heartbreaks that I am not willing to go all-in with my heart yet. But there they are, learning to be chickens under the instruction of their incredibly protective mother.
I've hung clothes out on the line, have more laundry going. It is still coolish and it is sunny and the humidity is low, for us. We have definitely gotten a bonus round of spring around here. Mr. Moon has cleaned the whiting that he caught yesterday and I shall probably do something with them tonight. I've talked to May on the phone and she is exhausted. This weekend was graduation at the local colleges and she declared that she will never work that weekend again. She is working two serving jobs and both were slammed for days.
This reminds me of a story I've probably told before but it still cracks me up. There used to be a restaurant/bar in Tallahassee near the FSU campus that had four-for-one drinks on Thursdays. As you can imagine, things got busy there on Thursday and frequently out of hand. I was there on a Friday night once, eating dinner, and I overheard a conversation between a male server and a bartender.
The server said to the bartender, "I would rather suck dick for crack by the trash receptacle behind the 7-11 than ever work another Thursday night."
This to me was about the most definitive statement concerning a job which had become unbearable that I had ever heard.
It still is.
I will leave you with that and go wash the dishes.
Oh. Here is a picture that Jessie sent of ME at the beach yesterday. Since all it shows is my skinny old age-spotty legs, I will post it.