Friday, June 1, 2018

Friday. And You Know What That Means! Clean Sheets And Martinis!

Got a text from Jessie this morning that August was running a little fever and had complained of his ear hurting and some of his lymph nodes were swollen and tender (it's hell having a nurse for a mother) and so she'd made an appointment to take the little guy to see the NP at the doctor's office. Of course she was second-guessing herself within the hour because he seemed to be feeling better and said his ear didn't hurt any more but as every one of you parents know, these things ALWAYS happen on a Friday and earaches always show their true raging presence at two in the morning.
So she took him in and dang if he didn't have an ear infection and so he's on amoxicillin. His white blood cell count was quite high and his little ear was red inside.
But I think he'll be fine and here's a picture of the sick child having an ice cream cone to soothe his woes and pain.


Jessie said he refused to even let her try a bite. The darn thing's as big as he is. 

I'm not really feeling that well either to tell you the truth. My throat's still a little sore, I have a cough and a whole lot of snot. And not much energy. 
Lily reports feeling the same. Here's a picture she sent of her drinking tea with little Bella, the kitty that Jason saved. 


Bella looks fine. Lily looks a bit miserable. 
Great way to start out summer but what can you do? 

Anyway, I determined to take it easy today and mostly did but not really. You know me. I washed sheets and hung them on the line and picked up a bunch of downed branches in the front yard and cut back some of the horrible thorn vine which I have no doubt is the spawn of Satan. I pulled up the rest of the pea vines and fed them to the goats and chickens next door. 
And then I did something I really hate doing which is dusting and I also cleaned the mildew off of the door frames in the hallway, neither task being that onerous but I can't help it- I hate cleaning. I just purely hate it. I don't know why. So mostly I don't do it. I would so much rather work outside in the yard or garden even though that is way more physically taxing. And in this heat, possibly deadly. I'd say that it's because house cleaning is never truly done- as soon as you get something dusted it begins to collect dust again- but neither is yard or garden work. Get that garden weeded, go in to get a drink of water, come back out and the dollar weed will already have snaked its way through the cucumbers while your back is turned. Pick up fallen branches and haul them to the burn pile and within a week the approximately eight thousand trees on this property will have dropped another ton of them. 
I don't know. And I don't hate everything associated with housework. I don't mind sweeping or doing laundry or making the bed and I love to cook for the most part but ask me to clean a shower or a toilet or mop a kitchen floor or GOD FORBID! clean a baseboard and I'll politely tell you to go fuck yourself. 

I really do need either a cleaner or a Roomba. Or both. Because I do like the way a tidy, clean house looks and smells. And I do manage to mostly keep things fairly neat. I certainly never leave dirty dishes in the kitchen or stuff strewn around but it's the actual cleaning that I hate. The very words deep cleaning make me sort of want to die. 
The only time I've ever truly kept a house spotless was years ago when there was nothing in my life I could control except for the spitshinyness of every surface in that house and what I ate so I had a very clean house and was very thin.
Not healthy. Not healthy in the least. 
But man, you could eat off my floors. And I could buy my clothes in the little girls' department. 
Looking back, it really wasn't worth it. 

Good Lord! What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Not feeling that well but getting a few things done and how much I hate cleaning. And August having an ear infection. 

So it's Friday night and Mr. Moon is slinging mud as he says, which means he is laying tile, and I'm about to make some chicken quesadillas and guacamole for our supper. 
We're having martinis. Mr. Moon is enjoying being off of his antibiotics and his stomach is finally getting back to a bit of normalcy. 

The little chickens and the big ones are blending nicely. I saw some of the young ones pecking peacefully right beside Mick today which made me so happy. Mick was able to get up into the roost last night which is definitely a good sign. I'm not sure he'll ever grow his tail feathers back but time will tell. 

Meanwhile...where is Melania? 
Something ain't right and we all know it. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

22 comments:

  1. Melania is back in NY getting plastic surgery work with her surgeon who had done her work before. She’ll show up when signs of it are over

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    1. Do you have this on good authority? What sort of plastic surgery could she be getting?
      Ah, that's a stupid question.

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  2. sorry you still have remnants of the *bug*.....but you have accomplished alot even not feeling at full throttle! Poor Lily............and hope August will fare well from this point on- glad Jessie took him in. I'm with you on cleaning...... ugh. I hate most of it and love some of it....can't ever predict which one. Enjoy your martini and glad Mick is doing better. I've thought of him often this past week
    susan M

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    1. Thank you, Susan. The news on Mick tonight is that he is up in the roost and three of the jungle fowl have cuddled up behind him. I'm not sure what this means but at least it means that they trust him to be their man. For now, anyway.

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  3. The devil thorn vine: my current nemesis (I'm sure it's the same evil vine as you mention). I hate them.

    Speaking of hate, I share your feelings exactly about deep cleaning and housework. I love to cook, and I don't mind dusting, but for some reason I despise vacuuming, cleaning the shower tile, and baseboards shall go unmentioned, as they go uncleaned around here!

    Enjoy the guacamole and martinis!

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    1. I did enjoy the guac and martinis. For sure.
      The thorn vine in your yard is probably connected under the earth to the thorn vine in my yard. That shit cannot be killed.

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  4. I don't love to clean but I love a clean house so I clean more than I cook, and every so often I will even get to the baseboard. But you're right, it's an endless, repetitive task, and since my whole house needs the kind of refreshing that only construction can accomplish, well, I try not to get too obsessive about it. So glad Jessie took August in and got ahead of that ear infection, because haven't we all been there at 2 am with a crying miserable child. I hope you enjoy your martinis tonight and sleep really late tomorrow and i also hope lily feels better soon. xo

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    1. Well, you can only imagine my house- built over a hundred and fifty years ago and with ceilings in the hallway that are about twenty feet high. Okay, maybe only about fifteen. I don't know. But how am I supposed to get the mold off the walls in there? Ladders are not my friend. It's beyond daunting. I really need to hire someone and I know it.
      I slept until nine which is pretty late for me. It was nice.

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  5. I heard today that Melania isn't accompanying The Cheeto to Camp David this weekend and said out loud, "Aha! That proves there's something rotten in Denmark!" I hope it's because she told him to kiss her ass; she ain't gonna spend time with his nastiness, but I worry that it's something bad for her. We'll probably never know. As for cleaning: my Mom was a stay-at-home wife all her life and kept the cleanest house imaginable. I wasn't (and am not) that picky but do keep my house at least looking clean. My mom was at my house once and opened a drawer, which was full of junk that I'd swooped off the counter. She very sweetly said, "Honey, you are SO good at surface cleaning!" Kind of an Illinois version of "Bless Your Heart." LOL

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    1. Okay. That is the funniest thing ever. "So good at surface cleaning!" Me too! I love it! My friend Lis calls a cleaning like that a "fluff and stuff." Very descriptive. One time my mother gave me a pumice stone that was supposedly used to clean under the rims of toilets.
      You can only imagine what I thought about that.

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  6. welcome to the 'I hate housework' club. oh hell, we invented the club Mary. I too would rather work outside except not our temps are in the upper 90s and it just now June.

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    1. Ellen- you're right. We did. But you're right about the outdoor temps, too. And I am just getting worse and worse at dealing with heat like that. Which puts me in a bad place. Either I go out and die of heat stroke or stay in and clean. THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE THINKING ABOUT AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE! I need to find a hobby that appears to be productive and which I do not hate nor which will ultimately kill me.

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  7. tony dusts. that's how i knew he was a keeper! as for the roomba he's love one but we have 4 cats and 2 dogs and one of the cats makes random hairballs everywhere and my special cat stella likes to poop in the hallway when she's too scared to go in the basement (????) so there's that visual of a roomba making a trail of hairball and/or catshit all over the living room that's kind of stopped us from making the leap...

    i hope all y'all feel better soon-

    xxalainaxx

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    1. When I first met Mr. Moon he oiled a beautiful piece of furniture I had. A truly nice wooden vanity which has the most remarkable grain in it. I swooned.
      That was about the last housekeeping I ever saw him do.
      But he has other attributes. And I must love him to pieces.
      And ick- poop spread by Roomba sounds absolutely the worst. But fortunately, none of my pets poop in the house at this point. So I could maybe get away with it.

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  8. I don't like housework either but I also hate dirty bathrooms. It's not like it even takes me long to clean a bathroom but I just hate doing it. And vacuuming too, but again, I hate animal fur everywhere. I try to ignore the cat and dog hair but when the sun shines it's much harder to ignore:)

    We have a Roomba which does help.

    Hope the grandbabies are better soon.

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    1. Isn't it crazy when the sun shines in a certain way and you can see every hair and grain of dust? I hate that.
      I try to keep the bathrooms clean. I do. But yeah- it's just a pain and it's so pointless because they're just going to need cleaning again before you know it.
      Sigh.

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  9. Cleaning, have to gear up for it and be in the right frame of mind, maybe put on some good old rock and roll , I love the smell of Windex- Mop and Glow and lemon oil, I love bleached linens catching the breeze off of the railing, usually finding that the blue jays have pooped on them so , back to the washing machine it goes. Cleaning- the problem is that it is never ending, become tedious at best. Our kids have a Roomba and are very pleased, it did run over dog poop one time - drug it all over. I blame dog though, not Roomba.

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    1. My kids tell me that they used to know that I was about to clean when I'd put Bruce Springsteen on the stereo and that they should stay out of my way.
      So. Yeah.

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  10. I hope you all feel better!! I don’t clean, I have a cleaning saint who comes every other week. It’s a total luxury I give myself. I hate repetive tasks like shaving my legs. Did I tell you I broke my dang right ankle? I can’t clean even if I wanted to.

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    1. WHAT???!! Joanne- that totally sucks! How did you break your ankle? My goodness.
      And you know- there is nothing wrong with hiring someone to clean. Some people just really do like to clean and if they can make a living doing that, it's a totally win-win situation as far as I'm concerned. I just need to find that person and admit that I need help. Because I do.

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  11. Oh Mary..: I was house and petsitting and on the last day, I was carrying my cat’s litter box (I took him with me) down the stairs and I missed the last step. Of course the litter went flying and I had to clean it up and walk up and down the damn steps 10 more times to get my stuff before driving 40 miles back to LA, drop Ollie and his litter off and drive myself to the ER. I’m in awe of myself actually. I knew I broke my ankle and with lots of loud cussing I did those things.This will pass and I have wonderful friends but it’s really boring and sore.

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  12. Good for Jessie for having good maternal instincts about that ear infection! It's so hard to tell what's happening with little kids. (Or so I've been told!)

    As for cleaning, I usually like it, but I'm with you on bathtubs and baseboards. Some jobs are just too difficult, unpleasant or -- in the case of baseboards -- pointless!

    And yeah, where IS Melania?!

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