Well, GW Bush died. I can't quite come up with a lot of sadness there. He was far from my favorite president and although everyone is praising him now for his kindness and politeness, I don't really remember that about him. Mostly I remember, "Read. My. Lips."
He had really thin lips.
Plus, he was 94. That's not a bad age to die.
I've felt better today but I haven't really done anything. I watched another movie. Julie and Julia.
I'm probably the last woman in the US to watch this. I read the book years ago and am not sure why I never saw the movie. It wasn't bad. Meryl Streep is an actress whom I am never quite sure about. I mean, you CAN see her act. You never quite forget that she's acting. Of course, as you watch her doing this you're thinking, "Wow, she can really act!"
Do you see what I'm saying here?
Also, you never forget she's Meryl Streep. Who is one charming-as-hell woman! She's darling! She's precious! She's strong and she's so talented!
Oh, I don't know. I'm so judgey and have no right to be. I have to admit that I adored the parts of the movie that were about Julia Child. I enjoyed the parts about Julie the Blogger, too, but Julia's life was far more interesting to me than Julie's was. Perhaps because Stanley Tucci played Paul Child and it sure did look like they were having fun together. And Tucci is just a damn good actor in my book and I love the way he can inhabit a character.
Enough of that.
It's rained all day here in Lloyd. At least it isn't cold. Supposed to rain tomorrow too and get up to 76! Warm and soggy.
I barely stepped out of the door except to go pick some arugula and look for eggs and shut the chickens up. Mr. Moon went to town. He had some business to attend to and he also decided to go clothes shopping which he does about once a...well...never.
But he had to get a bathing suit for Cozumel and he got a few long-sleeved shirts for work and two nice, cozy plaid flannel shirts. It's difficult for my husband to find clothes because he's ridiculously tall. And has proportionally long arms. But he's not round. Big and Tall shops usually feature Big. I've never yet been able to walk into a store and find him a pair of pants that were long enough. Ever. When you ask a sales person if they have jeans with a 38 inch inseam they laugh and laugh.
But he found some things that fit him at Kohl's, believe it or not. I think I've been in there twice. It freaked me out.
Then again, what doesn't?
He even found a pair of shoes! Size 16. When he's out of town, I just leave a pair of his shoes on the porch to deter bad guys. It's worked so far.
I saw a headline today on FB from NPR. Here it is:
President George H.W. Bush's Choice Of Bold, Whimsical Socks Made Him A Style Icon
I cracked the fuck up. All it takes for a man to be a "style icon" is to wear bold, whimsical socks.
And all Mr. Moon has to do to find some bathing trunks or whatever men call those things they swim in is to find a pair that are big enough around the waist.
"Twelve dollars!" he said proudly.
"That's great!" I said. And it is. Hell, they even have pockets.
Meanwhile, I guess I have enough dresses for Cozumel. I have no shorts that fit me and I don't really plan on buying any. Linen dresses, mostly. I bought one off of e-bay that was not cheap. Not cheap at all. And damn if the thing doesn't make me look like a nicely embroidered cargo container. I think I might need to go see the tailor again for that one although it's not really the fault of the dress. My fanciest dress (and we'll be there for New Year's Eve) is one May found me at Goodwill two years ago. It is lovely. And no, the bathing suit I ordered online has not arrived.
I suppose I should investigate that situation.
Not that I'm going to like it when it gets here.
I guess that's enough idle, meaningless chatter.
I just went back and read some of my posts from the last time we were in Cozumel and now I'm crying a little. My god, but that place has my heart and my soul. This is what it looked like at sunset on New Year's Eve, 2016.
I cannot wait to be blogging from Cozumel again.
But until then, I'll be right here in Lloyd where it's good to be a frog, it's fine to be a chicken, and it ain't bad to be me.