That is the Buddha who sits in front of the house that burned. When I walked past it today I decided to take its picture. There was no one there to watch me do it, no one's privacy I was invading. Just ashes. And Buddha.
It's wild here in Lloyd this evening. It's just started raining again and we are having gusts of wind and flashes of lightening. Branches are occasionally falling with a thud, sending a reflexive shock through my body, a straightening of the spine for sure. And to add to the the excitement, the frogs are singing frantically, as if to whip themselves into a frenzy. I would love to share a tiny video but for whatever reason, I can't seem to transfer video to YouTube anymore which is how I always got them here before. I just need to research that a bit.
I got a text this morning from the place where I go to get all of my diagnostic testing that I have an appointment tomorrow for an ultra-sound of my uterus. Good thing they texted me because although I had a vague memory of being told that I needed to get one in February, I was clueless about exactly when in February. It's just a follow-up since they changed my hormones. I am certainly not looking forward to this appointment but I'm not worried about it. And although of course I will be masked, I won't feel nearly as much anxiety about catching the virus in the waiting area, having had both of my vaccines with a good eleven or so days since the second one. I wonder how that will feel. I hope I get the same tech I got last time. She was so professional and thoughtful, too. You have to drink 32 ounces (i.e., a quart) of water an hour before the appointment time and HOLD IT and as soon as I'd gotten the part of the exam where my bladder had to be full, the tech told me I could go pee which was a relief.
Oh, the joys of being a woman!
So I'll be heading to town tomorrow morning and might as well stop off at Publix while I'm there and get the things on my list.
That'll be a fun day, right?
Today has been a domestic day. I walked and did laundry, took the trash and went to the post office. I've been working on supper on and off most of the afternoon. I've got a venison pot roast in the oven with carrots and onions, potatoes and green beans. And garlic. Lots of garlic. Venison is so lean that a roast has to be cooked for hours and hours to render it into tenderness. It's strange to think that in a few days I might be cooking on (and in) a new stove. I wonder if I will fall in love with it. I hope so. For what we're paying for it, it should be extremely love-worthy. One just never knows, though. The one experience I've had with a high-end stove was certainly a disappointment, as I've said before.
We shall see. And of course, this is all so embarrassingly a first-world situation.
I picked a beautiful basketful of greens for salads before the rain started and washed them four times. They are now wrapped in a dishtowel in the refrigerator and I'll put what I don't use tonight in a plastic bag for the next salads. Mr. Moon and I swoon a bit every night when we eat those salads and we always talk about how this is our favorite time of the year as pertains to the garden. Sometimes I make all vegetable salads and sometimes I make greens-and-fruit salads and they are all perfectly perfect. Sometimes I toast pine nuts or sesame seeds or pecans to throw in but however I make them I give them my full respect and attention because the greens deserve that.
Within the next day or two we will be planting the potatoes and sugar snap peas. I hope that this year we can figure out how to save some of the peas from the marauding chickens who love those sweet pods as much as we do. Actually, they love the vines as well. Chickens know what's good.
Suddenly, the wind has died down, the rain is letting up, and the sky has gone from dark gray to a sort of greenish-yellow, silver gray. Although it's almost seventy degrees now, it is supposed to drop down to 39 tonight which is quite tropical compared to what most of the country is experiencing. This storm we've just had came from the south while all of the cold is coming, quite obviously, from the north. This post, from our Ellen, is putting a whole lot of things in perspective for me. We usually get the weather that they get two days later but in this case, it doesn't look like we will. I don't know what I'd do if we were faced with temperatures in the low teens. I truly do not.
It's hard to keep up with life these days on every level. Or at least I find that to be true. I guess we just hold on and try to ride the waves.
And pray for no tsunamis, casting our spells and creating our charms as best we can.