And On The Whatever Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me- MANY Cherry Tomatoes.

A few weeks ago I talked about all the fireplaces in this house and how they were all different and all have gas logs in them. When the house was built (1859, which is a pretty darn old house for Florida) fireplaces were the only source of heat, of course. It may have been a sign of almost-wealth to have a fireplace in every room. Of course the original house had fewer rooms than it does now but as families grew and resources were made available, rooms and porches were added almost higgilty-piggilty and now it winds itself through hallways and sometimes just other rooms. When Mr. Moon and I are in our room, an explosion could go off in the kitchen and we'd never know it. 

Anyway, the picture above is the fireplace in the Glen Den. That is the room we mainly use the gas logs in, mostly just for the coziness of it but they do offer a nice bit of warmth. I have fantasies of lighting the one in our room for the romantic and cozy effect but it seems wasteful. Also, there is a thermostat of sorts and the heater clicks on and off at random times and it can be rather loud. Not shockingly so, but perhaps enough to interrupt sleep. 

So I bought a ham today. 
I have no idea why I bought a ham. I was at Costco and there were hams and next thing you knew, there was one in my cart. It seemed to me that the hoards of people in the giant store were either determined and had a mission in mind, or were doing what I was, which was to randomly wander the aisles, searching for...something? Anything? 

We were dazed and confused. We bought hams. 

I had a conversation with the guy who generally works in the liquor department. You can bet the ranch that this girl is not going to run out of vodka anytime soon. I've talked about this guy before. He is such a genial and lovely man. Everyone loves him. Everyone feels like they are his friend. Even me. Of course. His last day at Costco is a week from this Saturday as he is retiring. I teared up when he told me. But then he showed me a picture of the house he is buying- his first, I think, possibly, and it is a lovely house and he'll have a yard and plenty of projects to keep him busy. I told him that I was happy for him and I am although I will miss him. 
Change is inevitable but it can be hard, can't it? 

And then I went to Bass Pro World which is right next to Costco and I actually found a few things for Mr. Moon in his size which is not an easy thing to do. He is not a large man circumference-wize, but he is so very tall. And I figure that if he is not happy with what I got him or if something doesn't fit, he can take them back and find something else at Bass Pro World that does. If you've never been to a Bass Pro World let me just tell you that it's a completely different universe in there. I don't know if I love it or hate it. There's not a whole lot in it that I would want to buy for myself but there is an aquarium that's as big as a movie screen with benches in front of it for people to watch the freshwater fish swim about in. Children are entranced. Also, there's a Santa for Christmas photo-ops. 

I really can't explain it. 

And then I dropped off some mixed nuts at Hank's house and then I went to Maddio's, which is a pizza joint, because it was 2:30 and I had not eaten and I could not face another sub from Publix. I probably made the very worst choice when it comes to calories and health but damn, it was good. And I brought half of it home. Some sort of Alfredo spinach and artichoke heart and red onion and pesto thing. 

As I went about my day, I tried to listen to the Jan. 6 committee hearing but I wasn't able to hear much of it. I see that Trump will be given criminal referrals to the Department of Justice and I have to wonder what good that will do, if any. I read somewhere that he said earlier that if that happened, he would be ignoring it. 
Can he do that? 
I have no idea. 

On to Publix where I got to see Lily and by the time I got home it was four o'clock and I honestly do not know what took me so long. I felt as if I'd entered some time-altering portal that stretched the day out or maybe shortened it. My brain doesn't work like that. I just know that sometimes things seem to take four times as long as I think they should. 

Mr. Moon picked all the green cherry tomatoes. I'd say there may be three pounds there. 

I think I might try to pickle most of them and attempt a batch of fried cherry tomatoes too. In the air fryer. 

We'll see. 

I got a call from Jessie. She'd taken August to the ENT guy to get his opinion on why every time the boy gets a cold it turns into a sinus infection and he always breathes through his mouth. Turns out he probably needs to get his adenoids out. They are abnormally swollen. August, who was on speaker phone, was beside himself with joy at the thought of such an adventure. 
"You're gonna get an operation, August?" I asked him. 
"YES!" he shouted. 

Jessie is already trying to prepare him. She told him about the IV and how they would start it and what it was for, and he was thrilled. "Tell me more!" he said. He is a funny little critter, that one. He is ready for it to happen TOMORROW but that's not going to happen. 
I am sure that the prospect of ice cream is part of appeal. I guess they're still using that scam. Almost every kid I knew growing up (except the really poor ones) had their tonsils out and they always told them that after the surgery, they'd get all the ice cream they wanted, which of course turned out to be not much. 

And so it goes, so it goes. We have not yet brought in the plants. I brought in a few of the small ones from the back porch and set most of them in the laundry room which gets a lot of sun. 

Tomorrow, perhaps. And hopefully Magnolia June will be spending the night this week. I need to wrap the children's presents. I think I will not bother wrapping the adults'. And of course none of the presents I've ordered online have actually arrived so there may be nothing to wrap anyway. 

Take care, y'all. Stay warm and be as kind to yourself as possible. Get the damn pizza with Alfredo sauce and pesto and enjoy every bite. Have a conversation with an interesting person. We're all doing the best we can. 

Love...Ms. Moon