Saturday, November 25, 2017
I had my quiet day today. My husband got up at 4:30 a.m. to go grouper fishing with a friend and a nephew. He is not home yet but should be very soon. And I did not go to town nor did I have company but Lis called me and we chattered and giggled like Betty and Wilma for a good long time which is so good for the heart and the soul.
I knocked something off my to-do list today which makes me very happy. The entire floor of the landing upstairs has been covered in an old train set that doesn't work and isn't put together and I gathered all of it up and bagged it. I also cleaned out a little plastic bin-on-rollers of its bits and pieces of skeins of wool and bagged all of that up too to leave at the dump where people leave things that someone might be able to use. I swept the floor clean and hauled all the bags to be thrown away and that's where I got that picture of the sky which I think is majestic and gorgeous. Not the photo, but the sky as the sun journeys to the other side of the world. It's a picture of the sunset over the Lloyd volunteer fire department quonset hut and not a photo of the sun setting over the Caribbean in Cozumel, but it will do for my eyes tonight.
I weeded and weeded and weeded until my eyes wouldn't focus correctly and I watched the chickens peck and scratch outside the garden as I worked and I was happy to find many worms in the dirt as I went. I throw the grubs I find to the chickens but the worms I gently cover back up with soil and say, "Thank-you," to. The church next door had some sort of children's thing going on and all day I heard happy kids and clapping games and not once did I hear a whine or a cry or a fuss.
I've done laundry and have the next-to-the-last bag of frozen field peas from the garden in a pot with onions and a slice of cut-up bacon, simmering merrily and I'll add rice to the pot soon. I picked salad greens from the garden and maybe I'll make a cornbread. Perhaps one with jalapenos and onions and a little cheese. I THINK I have cornmeal but I'm not sure. The way things go around here these days is that I either have four bottles of something in the cabinet (right now that's ketchup) and not one container of something I need (possibly cornmeal). Ay-yi, but a memory is a terrible thing to lose. I remember when I was a girl and the big concern was losing one's virginity which trust me- wasn't nearly as life-altering as losing one's memory is. That sounds like a joke but it's not.
So I've had a cheerful day although I dreamed this morning that so many bloggers were meeting at my house and I was mortified because it was one of those horrible, cluttered, garbage filled houses I dream of and I hadn't washed the sheets for any of the many, many beds which were going to be needed and I had not cooked anything either. I didn't really know any of the bloggers which was another problem. They were all writers of really intellectual and important blogs and I couldn't figure out why they had chosen my house to meet in but they had and it was just a nightmare that I was so glad to wake up from.
That dream is probably what motivated me to get rid of that stuff at the top of the stairs, though, so it was a good thing.
Here I go to look for cornmeal.
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I dream offf meeting bloggers too. You and your family show up in my dreams occasionally.ReplyDelete
I did absolutely nothing today. I’m home sick from work with a cold. I did nap and watched Call the Midwife.again and had a bath. Now I am totally exhausted.
I've had many meeting-bloggers dreams. I love that I've visited you in dream world!Delete
Get better, sweetie!
I got rid of my virginity as opposed to losing it. I decided that the next opportunity, no matter who, would be the when. it was rather freeing really. there was no remorse because the guy broke up with me. actually, I broke up with him. the point being that it was my choice, not something taken from me.ReplyDelete
EXACTLY, Ellen! I love the way you've always followed your own path. And still do.Delete
That is exactly how grubs and worms are handled here at Stardust Manor. Sorry grubs, but you're a tasty snack. (In Liberia, when we'd leave the city there would be people selling grubs in baggies along the road. It's a delicacy but they were never offered to me already prepared - my friends said they didn't eat them - so it's a mystery to me still).ReplyDelete
Worms are magic and always welcome in my yard.
Oh how the chickens love to scratch. I tossed a bag of mushroom compost in there and they scattered it so perfectly I have no idea where it went. I think I'll do it with all soil amendments going forward. They are such diligent little workers.
Aren't they? But I love it when they nap in the sun. Do yours do that? Stretch out their legs and lie on their sides like movie stars beside the pool?Delete
LOL! Invasion of the bloggers! I wonder what prompted that dream? It's good that it motivated you, I suppose. We have loads of worms in our garden and like you, I'm always happy to find them. In fact I usually feel pretty guilty for digging them up and traumatizing them!ReplyDelete
Me too, Steve! Of course. God. You and I are like the same person sometimes.Delete
That blog meet-up dream is pretty funny, though I'm sure it didn't feel that way in the moment.ReplyDelete
I'm still dreaming of a blogger meet-up.ReplyDelete