Yes. Yes. I do need to dust my dashboard display. Guess what? Not happening. Especially when the temperature is 97 degrees F. And actually, I may never need to clean that car again because my husband, aka The Car Guy, bought a new(ish) Prius today that he fell in love with and so we're keeping which means that my Prius which I would happily drive for the rest of my life, will be sold.
And I need to confess that I almost never (if ever) clean my car. I don't let trash accumulate in it or anything like that but I don't clean it in the traditional sense. I don't even know why Mr. Moon bothers to put me in newer cars. And it's stressful when he does! What if I bump into something? What if it gets scratched? What if...oh I don't know.
But it is a beautiful car, the new(ish) one. It's pearly white. My old one is red so that'll be a big difference. I'll probably not be able to find it in a parking lot for at least a year.
Goodness! It's been a big day around here. For one thing- I'm drinking my martini alone. Mr. Moon has taken off for the island where he has some repairs or something to do and is going to go fishing with some friends but in his own boat. He was so happy, getting ready to go. He asked me if I wanted to go with him but, eh- not this time. It is strange though, being alone after all these months of not being separated. I'll probably survive although I will miss him. He says he'll miss me but I think he's missed going fishing more.
I spent a good part of the morning and early afternoon busy as a little June Cleaver bumblebee. Can't you just see a bumblebee wearing a modest string of pearls around its neck and with an apron tied around her waist? I can. I cooked him some field peas and rice that he can heat up for a meal and I made more pimento cheese and also, because I am the BEST WIFE IN THE WORLD, cookies. Oatmeal, raisin, pecan, chocolate chip.
Fishing health food.
I also made six pints of bread and butter pickles.
That's what they looked like in their pickling syrup. I am a bit worried as I think the extra hours I left them in the refrigerator with salt on them probably made them far saltier than bread and butter pickles should be. As I told a friend- I shall just call them "stroke pickles."
Anyway, all of that took me quite awhile and of course there was the ritual washing of the bedding. And when all of it was done and Mr. Moon was loading up his truck and boat I left to go to Publix and Costco. Costco's parking lot was not very full but the lines were long. I did not buy one thing that was fun. Not a toaster oven or a new fan or a diamond necklace. Just batteries and Honey Nut Cheerios and lemons and limes and stuff like that. People were masked and a few were actually covered head to toe in various outfits, some involving camouflage.
This IS the south, y'all.
Then on to Publix where I had a moment of silence in the breakfast foods aisle, remembering my great blow-out last week. No one incurred my wrath today and so it was all fine. I was just sort of depressed and didn't buy anything fun there either. Not even a mango. But I did get to see Lily and she walked me and my groceries out to the car and we had a little chat and I kissed her back and patted her butt.
My new way to love on my babies. And it's better than nothing.
I let little Dearie out of the peep coop today to wander about with her mother. They left the coop entirely but right now I can see them by the door of the coop, mama and baby. It's probably stupid to do this because anything could snatch that child but I sort of have the attitude that even if Dearie's life should be cut way too short, she/he will have lived a free and fancy life, scratching in the grass and dirt for bugs and so forth, as chickens should do. And having only one bebe to keep safe, Dottie will protect her as best as a mother hen could. However, I think it is time for me to go interfere and chase them into the hen house. The sun is getting very low into the sky and it is about to be hawk-feeding time.
I sure do hope that Jack comes to join me in bed tonight because otherwise, I truly will be lonely. I have been thinking a great deal about the intimacy of two people laying down to sleep together- and I do mean sleep. The deep trust and peace of it as we drift into and out of that intensely vulnerable, private, and somewhat magical country which borders both sleep and awareness. Somehow this seems to me to be even more of an intimate and trusting act than anything else we can do in bed. I could be wrong.
Happy Friday, y'all.
I never clean inside my car either, excluding trash of course. well, maybe not never but I think I've done it once in the last six years. maybe twice. Sometimes it gets run through a car wash but far from often. everytime you mention those cookies I think I could make those but I never do.ReplyDelete
The cookies are so easy- just use the oatmeal cookie recipe on the box of oats and add chocolate chips and pecans and raisins. You could even add coconut. For cookies they're probably not that bad. At least there's fiber in them.Delete
It was 91 here today. I wonder if you can tell the difference.ReplyDelete
I have one free car wash coupon left, in the depths of my wallet, but I never even get to the car wash any more.
I'd never go if Glen didn't ask me to. I just don't think about it.Delete
It was 90 degrees up here, a real scorcher for us. I painted the mailbox instead of washing dishes this evening and cooked some lovely local beef in the crock pot out in the garage. It's sooo tasty. Three hawks were having some kind of drama above our yard so I stood there in the middle yelling up at them, all my birds and the one son slightly concerned by my behavior. I've had hawks swoop down on half grown ducks, and my new hennies are perfectly snack sized at the moment. They are so pretty and perfectly half sized right now!ReplyDelete
I love it when chickens get to that stage where they just look like miniature adults. Yeah. Hawks are badasses. I've seen one snatch a baby and the mother went crazy. It was traumatic for all of us.Delete
I bet that beef was good.
only two layers of clothing today, getting warm, must be in the low 60's...A new car, well, look at you! Oh me Oh my-oh! And i do reckon that you are indeed the best wife in the world! Pretty sure you won that competition.ReplyDelete
Low 60's is not warm for July! But I sort of envy you.Delete
Yep. I guess I do have a new car.
I seriously doubt I'm the best wife even in Lloyd but I do try.
We've been in the 90's the past several weeks and it looks like it's going to stay that way for a long time. Well, it is summer but I just don't deal with the heat as well as I did when I was younger. I bet those bread and butter pickles will be delicious! They are my favorite pickles and my Mother used to make them all the time. I hope Jack sleeps with you tonight. I love sleeping with soft, cuddly cats. I usually sleep with two cats and one husband. It's a full bed with our two cats. Oh, did you get you some Le Sueur peas since the hubbys gone?!ReplyDelete
Your question made me laugh! No! I didn't even think to get any Le Sueur peas. I guess all the green beans have me distracted! Jack did sleep with me. I had to laugh though because when I woke up, he was on my husband's side of the bed! In fact, he napped there all day, practicing up for tonight's event, I guess. He is one lazy cat.Delete
I don't deal with the heat since I got older either. It's weird.
I agree- sharing a bed is very intimate. Unfortunately some people are not good sleepers, and that kinda spoils it for the other person. Yep, I’m that other person. I had one friend who was great to sleep with. He was big and I felt safe. That was a while ago, tho. Now the dog helps me feel safe.ReplyDelete
I think that both Glen and I do sleep better when the other one isn't in the bed but I don't want separate beds. That just seems wrong for us. My grandparents slept in separate sections of the house! And both in single beds! That's funny now that I think about it.Delete
I bet the dog does help you feel safe.
Some days we just don't have enough umph in us to get excited about much of anything. And that's okay, even when it feels disconcerting.ReplyDelete
Hope you are able to spend some time with the kids and grands while Glen is away.
Mr. Moon gets jealous when I get to see the kids and he doesn't. But sometimes it does happen.Delete
It's too damned hot here too. Only 78F but hot for us northerners:) No AC.ReplyDelete
I'm feeling awful today. It's been a few days of shit with my son and his son. There is a protection order in place now for Gracie, finally, but still shit continues. So my son's wife to be is an old druggie, who I'm guessing is clean now and she's pregnant. She also lost her children for awhile due to drugs. I feel like I'm trapped in a nightmare.
That being said, my grandson remains happy and innocent. He's upstairs sound asleep. I dread the day he realizes all of the shit that swirls around him.
I'm sorry you're alone but glad your hubby got to go fishing. And you have Jack, so there's that:)
Stay safe my friend. Florida is awash with the virus.
The stress you go through with your son is just too much. But I have no idea how in the world you could make any of it disappear. It's not like he's probably going to clean up for good any time soon. I feel so sorry for you and for Gracie and even for that precious little boy even though he is loved and taken care of. You're right- one day he's going to see all this crap and it's not going to be good for him. But kids sure can be resilient and strong, especially if they have loving adults on their side. Which he does.Delete
I don't mind being alone. I'm not sure what it says about me but I find myself highly entertaining for the most part.
I am staying as safe as I can be. You're right - Florida's a damn mess.
I have often thought about the intimacy of two people lying down to sleep next to each other too. Stay safe dear Mary. The news out of Florida is frightening.ReplyDelete
I've thought that about sleep, too. It's one of the most trusting things we can do, make ourselves vulnerable in the dark of night. But I guess it's also the safest thing we could do, too -- sleep with another -- as opposed to sleeping on our own.ReplyDelete
Those pickles look great. I have never heard of bread and butter pickles. Perhaps they have another name here in England or perhaps they simply don't make anything like them here. Yes, there's something so nice about sleeping in the same bed as someone you love. I remember how great it felt getting in to bed with my parents when I was a tiny kid. I never got the impression they liked it as much as I did though :)ReplyDelete