Sunday, March 26, 2017

Another Day

I have nothing to report except that I am some better and I think this is whatever-it-is-I-get-sometimes when I get a virus. Maybe an Epstein Barr thing? A remission and exacerbation thing?
I don't know.
Neither did all the doctors I sought help from decades ago when it started showing up and I doubt that they would be able to now, either. All I have to do is to be patient and take care of myself. Or at least, that is what experience has shown me.

And none of this is either here nor there but I did make the most outrageous arugula pesto tonight with pine nuts and pecans and I'm alive and because of Mr. Moon, the garden now has tomatoes and peppers and eggplants in it and if I don't get to see my babies soon, I'm going to die.

Here's what we're eating for supper tonight.

My obituary should read (take note!):

Whatever. She could cook.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I think it would be fun to have an obituary that says this.

    Birdie Lastname - Dead

    1. Birdie, you would like Patrick Caulfield's headstone:

    2. That is the stone to end all stone and have photographed thousands. Thanks for sharing ! 😁

  2. That looks delicious. Your obituary comment was true of my mother and you have much more to claim. Don't even joke about that dear woman. I so want you to feel better and be able to play with your babies. It seems Mr Moon has gotten better so what you have appears different if I've got this right. Maybe it won't hurt to check in with the dr (too much) just to see if there is anything that can be done and to see if you are contagious. Maybe you can see the kids if you have any energy. I can see Owen rubbing your back. I will light a candle for you and Rebecca tonight. peace.

  3. Your dinner looks sooo good!!! I'm glad you're feeling better, too. My obit would be:
    There she rolls...not as cool as yours, but true too.

  4. She definitely could cook. And a raft of other glories too.


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