Saturday, July 9, 2016

Stuff

Goal for today:
Pick zipper cream peas. Shell zipper cream peas. Cook zipper cream peas.
Eat zipper cream peas.

Uh-huh. That's enough for me.

Okay, so there's a few other things I want to do too. Or need to do. I have a bleach load out on the line right now. More clothes in the washer. Seventeen chickens roosting in the henhouse means the necessity for far more frequent cleaning and changing of hay in there and that should be done.

Last night before I went to sleep I started thinking about Jo's questions on my previous post about us swimming in a river where we know there are alligators. Then I thought about all those fine, fat frogs that little boy had. And that gave me solace- those gators would far more happily catch and eat frogs than try for a human being. Not that I'm going to give this theory a test by swimming at night in the river.
Oh, hell no!
But when you think of the Disney World incident where that little boy was grabbed and killed by at least one alligator, maybe two, you have to think of the fact that the artificially created pond probably doesn't hold much in the way of natural life that a gator would generally eat for his dinner. Gators can cross long distances to search for a new, less-crowded pond to check out. And the ones who were in that Disney pond were most likely hungry and the pantry was low on staples.
This is disturbing as hell, but it's a good example of trying to fool Mother Nature and ending up with results that one did not foresee and which can be tragic.

Anyway, it's another hot day but I have an oasis of coolness in my house again. I slept pretty well last night and had another movie-dream. One of the biggest changes I've noticed since DC'ing my antidepressant is that my dreams are just completely different. This one took place in a giant mall and there was a crime committed (I can't even remember what it was) and I helped solve it. It went on and on and on. It ended up with me pissed off because I'd managed to get the whole report into the newspaper before it went to print and they didn't credit me at all!

Here's a picture of August that Jessie sent this morning.


Her accompanying text said, "Just a little breakfast buffet."

Can you stand the cuteness? Do you think he'll recognize his Boppy and his Mer? We shall see. 

And I can't wait to see him reunited with his cousin Magnolia. I can't wait to see them together again. Yesterday Maggie was making blurb noises with her mouth on her arm and I remembered how August was doing this very same thing just a few months ago. As much as I love and honor the reality that August has a whole world of people who love him and that he can explore with his parents, a world that doesn't involve me or Florida or the part of his family here, there is something of the mother bird in me that wants ALL of her babies to be, if not in the same nest, at least in adjoining nests. 

I need to get busy and get shit done so I can take a nap. 

Living the good life in North Florida. 

Love...Ms. Moon


6 comments:

  1. Oh, the man-made pond thing makes *so* much sense.

    Great Whites are eating people often now in places like Australia and Mexico because we're fucking with their habitats and food supply elsewhere. They used to leave surfers alone. Cause and effect.

    I'm glad you're not keen to go nightswimming though.

    So when are you going to Asheville? That little boy appears to be growing up disturbingly fast.

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  2. I had a ridiculous dream this morning, with a scene of extreme, gratuitous cartoon violence. I considered trying to write it down but then I decided to just let it and the adrenaline I woke up with go. Let's just say I murdered someone with electricity and the flying shards of ice I managed to generate and they screamed for a very long time. I'd put it out of my mind til now. Wtf, brain?

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  3. I do prefer all my chicks and grandchicks close.

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  4. I have always called my kids my chickadees. And yes, I like it best when they are in the nest.

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  5. My hunch has always been that tourists were feeding those gators at Disney World, not realizing that doing so makes the gator think of people as a food source. When I was a kid we had gators living in our lake, and we used to swim there all the time, watching them as they lingered offshore. We never considered them a threat, and they never got very close.

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  6. i know you miss that little boy standing up so straight at that breakfast buffet. but don't worry. he'll remember everything about you, most of all the love.

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