Dearie inspects a map of Florida to determine where she should take her next vacation.
I wake up every morning these days and I just do not want to get out of bed. It's been cool in the mornings and my cozy covers comfort me with their weight, their warmth, and the sheets feel like silk. I begin an internal debate about the radical idea of just not getting up.
I deserve a day in bed, I think.
There's nothing I have to do, I rationalize.
Just stay here, my bed whispers, and I will hold you in comfort and in peace. I will keep you safe.
And then I get up.
Thank god for coffee.
I'm just not feeling spring this year. I mean, sure, it's been great, what with the flowers and all. Birds doing it, bees doing it.
A bounty of eggs being laid. The delightfully temperate weather.
It's all good.
Oh fucking sigh.
Somehow the overwhelming abundance of it all is simply too much for me right now.
Remember when it rained here for days and days and days?
That matched my mood better than this cheerful berry-bursting, bird-chirping, blue-sky sunshine that's going on now. Well, it did rain almost all day on Monday and that was good. Supposed to rain again on Friday and Saturday.
That would be excellent for staying in bed all day long.
What in hell is wrong with me?
I don't know.
I drove over to Lily's today and we went into town together with Ms. Maggie. She's such a hoot. The new thing she's saying now that's so damn cute is her use of the word "fridger" for refrigerator. I took Lily two dozen eggs and she put them in the fridger.
I think I'll start using that word.
We met up with Jessie and the boys at Midtown Pies where May works. I couldn't get my brain in gear enough to even know what I wanted to eat. It's like I was a lump of gray play dough. I did take this picture.
Bebes eating pizza. They were both wearing Mer-Made dresses. That made me happy. I hear that Magnolia wants me to make her an Elsa princess dress.
I think I'll buy her one. I mean, how do you get all those jewels on the skirt?
Okay. I just looked up the pattern for an Elsa princess dress and found an image of the fabric and notions requirements.
Yeah. I'll be buying that dress. You might as well ask me to knit the Eiffel Tower.
Not gonna happen.
It was great to see my beautiful May and I gave her a dozen and a half eggs which she can now put in her fridger. What a relief to give these eggs away! I was drowning in them. After lunch Lily took this picture.
I'm their grandmother and that is almost too much cute for me.
When I got home I got out in the garden a little bit. Would you look at the size of this mustard green leaf?
"What do you want for supper?"
"Oh, how about a mustard green leaf?"
They're starting to bolt too. I hope they stay edible until Easter because I think we're going to have the annual They Crucified My Lord And He Arose From The Tomb But Looked So Bad That His Own Disciples Didn't Recognize Him celebration here. Our friend Mark is coming which means that I will be making a ham which is actually the reason I celebrate Easter which is the official day to eat ham and deviled eggs. And greens and maybe some challah. I can make the hell out of some challah.
Don't bother pointing out how dirty my hand is in that picture. I am aware of it. Be assured I have washed it and its mate quite well since then.
Also don't bother pointing out that it would seem to be ridiculous that we eat a food which Jews believe to be absolutely forbidden, to celebrate the death and resurrection of a Jew named Jesus.
Maybe I'll cook some shrimp and crab and scallops too. Stuff 'em and wrap 'em in bacon.
I was going to talk about one more thing. What was it?
I told you my brain was in gray play dough mode.
Was it Trump and how he kept saying "orange" instead of "origin"?
I don't think so.
Was it him repeating the lie that his father was born in Germany instead of the Bronx?
No. I don't think it was that either.
But I will say that it's pretty obvious to me that the man is not in the early stage of dementia. He's in the sure-as-hell stage.
Dammit. I can't remember.
Well, if I think of it I'll let you know.
Meanwhile, I'm going to go open up my fridger and get some leftovers out of it and heat them up.
God, what I'd give for a thunderstorm right about now.
By the way, that was not a prayer.