Chitter-Chat

Well, here you have what are probably the last of the camellias for this year. The wind we finally got last night which persisted into afternoon blew all the blooms off the bushes except for the hardiest ones and I cut those and brought them in. The temperature is dropping and the duck will be employed tonight to keep me warm and cozy, the Goodwill cashmere is having its last wearing of the year, I guess. 

My darling husband moved the porch plants for me and we covered them up with the formerly clean sheets and blankets and tablecloths I use for that purpose. Even when I got that porch back in order a few weeks ago, I knew I was jumping the gun but I just felt compelled to do it. "Please live," I told one of my bird's nest ferns. It is so pretty and big and has a brand new crown of young and tender fronds growing in the center of it. 

I finished the long part of the fence project today, clearing the jasmine back to the bone. Or root, I suppose I should say. I started pruning back the shorter fence but after I'd filled up the cart twice and you could barely see where I'd cut, I gave it up for the day and came back into the house. It's quite possible that I skipped two years of pruning it and it is thick and densely braided. 

While I've worked today I've been listening to the audio version of this. 

I am not exactly sure how I feel about it. I did enjoy the first book he did of earlier diaries, Theft and Finding, and I have to say that the man does indeed keep a fairly interesting journal, but this volume is over seventeen hours of listening time and I'm not sure I want to give that much of my life to it. Each entry is just a small observation he's made or experience that he's had and some of them are amusing and one is led to wonder if the strangest people are attracted to him or if he's simply incredibly observant of the odd and the weird people who populate airports, streets, busses, shops, trains, and book signings. He is fearless in recounting his encounters whether with family or strangers as is his wont which is truly the bread and butter upon which he lives. I guess my main problem with the book is that after awhile, the short entries become a bit tedious, a bit precious, and knowing that I have something like twelve hours more of them to listen to is a bit daunting. I have to admit that after a few hours today I switched back to my Mormon Stories podcast which almost never bores me and don't ask me why. 
This is one of the mysteries of my life. 

Moving on, here's Mr. Moon's new bathroom pet.

This lovely was posing in a patch of sunlight on the tile floor. After all my years of being around these anoles, I am still charmed by them. I mean- look at that blue eye! Look at those awesome toes! And that color green is is such perfection. 
Swoon. 

Lily and Lauren and Jason and his mother have taken the children to Disney World this weekend. It was chilly and rainy there today but it would appear that they're having a pretty fine time anyway. 

The matching tee shirts were Jason's idea and I sort of love them. If you're going to be a tourist, be a tourist! That's my opinion. I love being a tourist in Florida. Even when it's chilly and damp. And although I have less than positive feelings about Disney, it is absolutely magical for children and that's all there is to it. 

I suppose that's enough blah, blah for one day. I'm going to make a nice stir fry with shrimp and napa cabbage and kale and snow peas and carrots and, and, and...

Don't forget to set your clocks up tonight. This is stressing me out more than it should and part of the reason for that is because I want to watch Keith on the CBS Sunday Morning News Show which is on at nine damn o'clock which is really eight damn o'clock. 
Lord, I'm a spoiled old woman. 

Love...Ms. Moon

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