Well, as you can probably surmise I am home.
What a strange birthday! Not horrible. Whatever it is that I have does not cause me to writhe in pain which is a good thing in my opinion. (TMI ALERT! ): All it does is to cause me to experience stomach cramping and then a trip to the bathroom. I am not puking. I am not feeling faint. I am still, in fact, hungry.
I was feeling better this afternoon and ate a sandwich for my lunch and did not have any ill effects for hours but then I did. And THEN I made the mistake of eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
So- a barbecue pulled chicken sandwich was okay but a peanut butter and banana sandwich, not so much.
Whatever. Fuck it. I'm not going to die.
So we came home and do you see in that picture what I found? Yes, okra and eggplant and...
One Miss Camellia egg, one Miss Violet egg, and two Miss Unknown Hen eggs! The small white ones. I am so excited. Since I have approximately forty-two white hens, I have no idea who the mama is but I sure am grateful to her. I believe that as she goes along, the eggs will get larger. Violet's will never be bigger because she's a banty, but these other hens are full-sized.
So that was awesome and a perfect birthday present for the Old Chicken Woman.
And it wasn't a bad birthday. Not at all. It was rather nice to just rest up on the bed in the Gibson Inn. The Gibson is almost like home after all this time visiting it anyway, and since I was there I didn't feel as if I should get up and go sweep the kitchen or anything. I could just rest and read and snooze and watch a little HGTV when I felt like it. And some enforced rest for Mr. Moon is always a good thing. So...
Apalachicola is still beautiful. The oyster tongers were out on the bay.
It's just too weird and makes me feel guilty about ordering a bowl of gumbo and a glass of tea.
I don't need that in my life.
Plus, she told my husband that if I die, she will be his next wife.
Well, that's the way it is and every town has its share of characters and Apalachicola is as rich in characters as it is in oysters and some of the characters are profane and some of them are bizarre and some of them are generally drunk and some of them are eccentric and some of them are very rich and some of them are very poor and some of them are as kind and gentle as you could wish. Throw in all the tourists and you've got a perfect microcosm of life in what we so fondly call the Forgotten Coast.
All right. That's about all I feel like discussing right now. I'm cooking a little bit of supper from the garden and Mr. Moon's over at Lily and Jason's, mowing their grass because he loves to use his big old mower and besides, that way he gets to see the grandbabies.
I turned 63 and whether I did it successfully or not is yet to be seen but I'm still here and Mick just knocked Little Richard off one of the hens and no one seems too upset about it and oh, golly, I am about to have SO MANY EGGS!!!!
Thank you for all the birthday wishes and mostly, just thank you all for coming along with me on these adventures.