I slept for almost ten hours last night. It was crazy good. It started raining around 8:30 yesterday evening and although it wasn't a hard rain, it came and went for quite awhile and I felt quite cozy and sleepy when I went to bed and I stayed there until I was ashamed to stay any longer.
I took my sweet time with the morning, too. I did my crossword puzzles and Wordle and read blogs and commented and made a breakfast and let the chickens out.
I finally went out to the garden where I weeded for about an hour and that was all I could manage so I came in and took a break and then went back out later but not for very long. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Too hot and besides that, my left knee is now giving me hell and even weeding on my knees is painful. I'm falling apart, piece by piece, joint by joint, and it truly and surely sucks.
So that's what I did on my "day off" and honestly, because I did not need to think about anyone else's needs or schedule, it was nice enough.
I got a picture from Mr. Moon this morning that made me happy because I know he was happy.
I'm sure that was the best part of his day as he and Chip had tons of stuff to unload and carry up to the house. They were exhausted last night from getting things from the mainland to the island and then to the house and today was probably even harder. He called me last night and said that I'd saved their lives with the soup I sent with them and the roasted almonds and the cookies. It is nice to be able to provide life-sustaining sustenance to people I love, although, I am quite sure that they would not have died had they eaten Beany Weenies from a can and Oreos from a package instead of what I had made.
It's been a sort of critter day for the family.
Lily sent us all this picture with the caption, "There seems to be a glitch in the matrix."
Lauren, who adores animals, was "just looking" at the local animal shelter's website when what did she find but a doggo who looked just like her sweet Pepper. So of course she had to go and meet the little girl in person and as one would expect, she fell in love with her. She then took Maggie and Pepper to the shelter to see how they all got along and, well...
There's a new member of the family. Her name is Chloe. She had been surrendered because her people had had to move to more affordable housing to a place where dogs weren't allowed. So sad. But hopefully, she'll soon learn to love her new family which will certainly love her.
Lily said that they appear to be getting along although of course, Pepper is a not quite entirely pleased that a new sister wants to share her space and place and things but overall, she seems excited. They'll work it out.
And then Jessie sent this picture.
That was taken from where they are living on Black Mountain. And of course I'm like, "WHAT? ARGGGHHH! BRING MY GRANDCHILDREN HOME AT ONCE!"
Which is silly as Vergil's family has been dealing quite peaceably with bears their entire lives. I guess it's a little like people seeing pictures of the alligators in Florida and imagining that we are all in danger of being eaten by one at any time here.
That only happens occasionally.
Anyway, so then I had to text pictures of some of my animals that I took today.
Father, mother, and three children.
Also, Violet's baby.
This inspired a text exchange with Hank that had me laughing so hard.
"Johnny Karate" was a cat of Hank's who was very sweet but who honestly and truly did have some sort of brain damage. But Hank adored him and took such good care of him. Johnny's buried right next to Pearl, our dear and deceased old boxer dog who also was not the brightest animal in the kingdom although I guess she was a genius compared to the other two dogs we had the time whom some of you may even remember- Buster and Dolly.
Bless their hearts.
So there you go. That's all the news here. I was going to drive down to the river and jump in to cool off after my weeding but the thought of putting on a bathing suit made me want to die so I did not. I took a shower instead which is really a very poor substitute but adequate under the circumstances.
I believe I will go snap some green beans now.
That's what I call a critter rich post. Complete with running dialog. Doesn't get better than this.ReplyDelete
A pretty nice day, really.Delete
I officially name the baby Dr Pantsalooney! LOL! Great thread......and post. Glad you saved Mr Moon and Chip with your soup and cookies......and sleep well tonight. I think another Martini is on tap....along with leftovers, perhaps (the best thing in the world)ReplyDelete
PS Mr Moon looks so happy......Pepper.....not so much. Susan MDelete
Pepper and Chloe are getting along well, I think. And yes, Dr. Pantsaloony is such an excellent name. I slept like a very dead rock last night. It was awesome.Delete
I want to eat Hank's brain, or at least worship at the alter of...I must agree that Violet's child may be challenged and will have some measure of difficulty finding jeans to fit. I can relate and sympathize, our cross to bear.ReplyDelete
The man looks ecstatic in the big water with a snack fish. How lovely .
Hank is brilliant. As are all of my children and grandchildren, of course. I keep thinking, "This is my funniest child," and then another one will say something that makes me laugh so hard that I award the prize to them and it never ends and I love it!Delete
Indeed- Dr. Pantsaloony may have a hard time finding pants. Good thing he or she can grow their own.
Mr. Moon loves fishing so much. He probably sent that one back home to the sea.
Guffawed is an excellent word. I'm reading a book right now about the writing of a dictionary and this seemed like the perfect word for the dictionary.ReplyDelete
Husband happy fishing, chickens content, grandchildren safe(ish), fresh picked green beans and a quiet evening to yourself. Heaven?
We do not use "guffaw" nearly enough these days. It is a splendid word!Delete
And yes, you are quite right about the perfection of the day.
My brother, who lives in Asheville, NC, routinely shares videos of black bears and wild turkeys walking down his street or in his back yard. Of course not at the same time. Fun post today.ReplyDelete
I've seen so many bears on Black Mountain which is quite near Asheville. I doubt, however, that I'll ever be sanguine about the sight of them.Delete
We got our not so bright dog in the months before the 1980 Presidential election. My parents agree to name the dog after the loser of the election (Jimmy vs Ronald). A friend came over and was asking about the dog's name and my parents explained, and she said, "Oh, Gus Hall" (the communist candidate. So the dog became Gus. We would often praise him extravagently, "Oh Gus, you are such a Dummmmmb dog". Although dumb he was very sweet.ReplyDelete
I've had exactly one smart dog. She was such a jewel. Unfortunately and tragically she got hit by a car at a relatively young age. I miss her to this day.Delete
Next time, do the weeding in your bathing suit so you CAN jump into the river after. I loved that last text Pansaloony Ph.D, MD, Ch.Kn :)ReplyDelete
Which is the new dog? The one with the collar and lead or the one without?
I am not sure which dog is which! Lily says that Chloe has more white around her muzzle.Delete
I guess it's true that you'd panic about bears but not alligators (and vice versa), while people who know where I live tend to think we're all getting caught in avalanches (although we do get them of course). Funny old world isn't it!ReplyDelete
I will be honest. If I saw a gator in my back yard, I would freak. We see them at the river sometimes and whenever we go out on the boat we usually see them. They do cause a visceral reaction.Delete
LOL at the chicken doing the quadratic equation!!! xxalainaxxReplyDelete
You just never know, right?Delete
Gosh, Hank is quick with the quips! That was a fun post to read!ReplyDelete
He is absolutely quick with the quips. He's a hoot.Delete
I love sleeping late and taking a slow do nothing morning. Like today. My daughter and son-in-law had four ducks, now they have two. No sign of mayhem so perhaps they took flight with the wild whistling ducks that came to visit.ReplyDelete
Oh dear. I've never heard of domestic ducks taking off with wild ducks but I imagine it could happen.Delete
You two ARE hilarious. I loved "Ch.Kn"! And Pansaloony is a fantastic chicken name.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you explained "Johnny Karate." I would have been Googling trying to figure out who that is!
Glad Mr. Moon has time for some fun (and cookies) alongside all the schlepping of building materials.
Yes. The Ch.Kn is what got me too.Delete
Johnny Karate had another name at one time but then he changed it and told Hank. That's the story, anyway.
I'm glad for any enjoyment these guys get out of that trip!
As I say about my Oscar the whippet - fast in body; slow in brain. I'm never sure about the idea of having a second dog though. A doggy friend told me it would be like me saying to Jane - hey, I've got a new wife because I thought you'd like some company... Made me smile.ReplyDelete
I've heard the same thing about having a second (or more) baby. "Well, honey, we love you so much we thought we'd make another one!" And one can often see that older siblings have some very mixed feelings about those new ones when they show up.Delete
Pansalooney is a wonderful chicken name. Guffaw is one of the words out there that give me a thrill when I use it which is only a few times a year.ReplyDelete