I can't seem to write any more. I have no idea what's going on. I just feel like my life is completely boring and perhaps the fact that my phone camera doesn't work isn't helping. I love to have a picture to go with a story, you know.
I can't write but I am surely doing some cooking.
Tonight's menu is roasted chicken with lemon and garlic and herbs with roasted vegetables. And, red cabbage cooked with onions and apples and apple cider (thanks, North Carolina people!), various vinegars, caraway seeds and raisins.
My husband is leaving for Georgia tomorrow. This time for possibly ten days. We shall see. That's a long time but I'll be fine and stay busy here at home and in town with my children and grandchildren. I went to town this afternoon and as I pulled out of the driveway, I realized that it was my first trip out of Lloyd since last Friday.
Nothing wrong with that.
Of course in Publix I ran into my next door neighbor and we stood in front of the milk and talked for half an hour. I swear. Not my new next door neighbor, the one on the other side of me. We discussed our chickens and the new neighbor and former neighbors and I don't even know what all. I doubt there are any two people on earth more diametrically opposed when it comes to politics and religion but we just skirt those issues and talk about poultry and pets and stuff like that. Grand kids.
It's so funny to me that some people whose politics and religion are different than mine just drive me crazy. I do my best to avoid them. Whereas others? Well, whatever. I am far more tolerant. Perhaps it has to do with the spirit of the person. My neighbor is a good person and I know that. I think she's woefully misguided in some aspects and she probably thinks the same of me but damn if we don't get along just fine anyway.
I am grateful for good neighbors.
And so it goes. I feel a bit of melancholy that the man is leaving but of course I always enjoy my time alone feeling that I am in some way unaccountable for anything which is silly but still. I read too late and get up when I want and it's a bit like I'm on vacation. Lloyd isn't a bad place for a vacation. I call it the Farm Spa. There's plenty of physical exercise to take and good food from the garden and the chickens and a huge claw-foot tub if one wants a therapeutic soak and a friendly cat and lots of nature.
Lots of nature. And plenty of books.
So that's the news today. I had a good time with Gibson, especially playing our matching game because he gets as much joy when I get a match as he does when he gets one. He's just a joyful child.
I am fortunate to be his grandmother.
I am fortunate in so many ways.