For Steve Reed. The Buddha Beer bottles in my window.
Sunday got me with its claws today and has kept me pretty much gripped tight. I mean, I've had some nice moments for sure but overall, the dregs of the week have tasted bitter and I have been clumsy and graceless both in thought and in deed.
One nice thing that happened was that a young woman who was a good friend of May's in high school texted me that she was across the street and she wondered if she could come over. She used to live in this house, back when she was a kid, and of course I welcomed her with open arms. She's such a cool woman. She went to law school but now she's a dog trainer in NYC which I think is just awesome. Anyway, we walked through the whole house and she showed me where her mother's room had been and her brothers' room and her own. She was amazed at the bathroom that was put in by the people who bought the house from her mother. The bathroom we call "my" bathroom. The one with the beautiful Talavera sink. And she really liked what Mr. Moon is doing in what we call "his" bathroom.
After we looked around we chatted for a very long time and I enjoyed that so much. I felt as if I was talking with an old friend and in some ways, I was. I always really liked most of my kids' friends when they were growing up and some of them I had and always will have deep affection for. So we caught up and it was really a pleasurable hour. She said the house felt much the same as it had when she lived here and that makes me happy. She also liked my chickens and of course I went on and on about chickens.
Speaking of which, I think mine are crazy. Last night when I went to close them up the hen house they were all there, for once, none sleeping twenty feet up in a tree. But most of them were either in one nesting box or as close to it as they could get.
There are six chickens in that nest box as far as I can tell, including two roosters. And as you can see, Big Mama is roosting right outside of it. The other night when I went in, Darla was in that nest and Big Mama was where you see her there and Darla kept pecking at her (pecking order is very real) until finally I just lifted her up and put her in the empty roost box next to the one she was in. Since she was drowsy she let me do it without a fuss.
But all of this isn't quite as crazy as what Mr. Moon found today which was six eggs just randomly laying in the grass near the garden gate. Not all together, like in a nest, but strewn about as if that six-by-six foot area of the yard had some powerful egg-inducing ability and any hen who walked over it just automatically dropped an egg.
I mean- what the fuck, gals? And how could I not have noticed them? Yeah, the grass is really long but I go into the garden at least once a day. I brought the eggs in and gave them the float test and they all passed.
At least three different hens laid those eggs, maybe four. So I have no idea what's going on. I also found three in the nests today so it was a good day, egg-wise.
I worked on Maggie's dress too. It's mostly done. I just need to hem it and then make the matching shorts. Such an easy pattern.
I did do some pretty little French seams where appropriate to make the whole thing neater and tidier and that brought me pleasure.
Mr. Moon has come home and is hot, tired and extremely frustrated. He borrowed a trailer to take with him to haul his tractor back because the tractor isn't running and needs fixing and some part of the trailer got fucked up and he's been trying to straighten it out and he wanted to go and get his lawnmower which is some big, beastly machine called a zero-turn mower which had also needed repairing but was now ready to pick up.
Everything around here needs repairing. I swear.
He finally gave it all up and is now sitting in his chair in the air conditioning with a martini which is good because he told me a few minutes ago that he was a "cranky old man" and I'd just as soon not have to deal with one of those.
I'm about to go try cooking with another real, actual recipe. This one I cut out of a newspaper or maybe a fishing publication and it's for grouper and vegetables with an orange and soy based sauce.
It might suck but I'm going to try it. At least it will be different.
So how has your Sunday been? Anything you'd like to tell or bitch about or brag about or discuss?