So I'm a hunting widow again and that's all right although Mr. Moon seems to have some sort of sinus thing going on and he didn't really feel that well when he left.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked him. "Maybe you should stay home."
"Nah," he said. "I'll be fine."
It's rutting season, for those of you who do not know about these things and it's supposed to get cool enough this weekend for the bucks to start coming out and sniffing around for the little gal deers and so, off to Georgia he went. What's a little sinus infection when the bucks are rutting?
I've taken my walk and aren't those flowers pretty? I have no idea what they are. Of course. It was a sweaty, achy, slow-seeming walk today but I did it and now I can feel justified as to living for one more day, having suffered. I am re-washing those new sheets because I am going to take them back tomorrow.
Sateen my ass.
We might as well have been sleeping on flour sacks if you ask me and I have learned my lesson, finally and at last, and will not ever be buying sheets from a discount place again. It just doesn't ever seem to work out. Sure do wish I still had my receipt. I think it got thrown away in a car tidy-up and I actually took the trash to the trash place so forget that. I do have the original packaging though and I also have an attitude. We'll see how far that gets me.
I'll do that tomorrow, most likely. And GO TO THE LIBRARY! I've been trying to get to the library all week and haven't made it yet, despite numerous trips to town. I've resorted to rereading one of my favorite books and I have to admit that I'm enjoying it. It's Larry McMurtry's All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers. Here's one page from book and it has in it some of my very favorite lines in all of literature.
Most of them, anyway.
Here's a video I got from Lily last night.
I love how the whole family is cheering Maggie on. That girl is going to be unstoppable!
I am still blown away by the fact that I have a granddaughter. And what a granddaughter she is!
I think of that phrase we learned in Latin in the 9th grade, attributed to Jocasta, a Roman woman speaking of her sons sometime in the century before Christ - "Haec ornamenta mea," which means, "Here are my jewels."
See? I got education.
But seriously, I do indeed think of that phrase so often when I think of my own children, my grandchildren.
They are my jewels. My precious jewels. And the youngest one is starting to walk to the joy of us all.