Florida Squirrel Attacks Florida Girl

It has been quite a day! I got up at 7:30 which is an hour later than I usually pull my slothful ass out of the bed, because I had an appointment at 9:10 to get my blood drawn. I was supposed to be there a few minutes early to sign in so I was stressing a little bit on my drive there because I was afraid I'd be late which turned out to be a ridiculous worry as I had to wait in the large waiting room for over an hour before I ever saw a phlebotomist. 
I feel certain I got covid in there and if I didn't, it's a damn miracle. 
I hear that their technology was down, whatever that means, and they'd overbooked or something. But you know, it was an experience. As I told May today, it's not like I had a meeting I had to attend at 10:00 or anything. It was just a little boring. But there were amusements like watching everyone do the same thing I did which was to go to one of the check-in portals where you have to enter your information and scan your driver's license and insurance card. All went well until I got to the scanning part and I was like, "What? Where?" Then I saw a little tray in front of the portal that had a little pink note on it that said, "Scanner not working."
Okay. I used the other portal. And then, like I said, I watched about twenty other people try to use the broken one and joined in with the rest of the waiting room to chorus, "That one's not working."
By the time I'd been waiting for half an hour, people were starting to get a little testy but it did not come to fisticuffs. 

After I'd finally been vampired, I met Jessie for a late brunch which was really fun. It was a place I'd never been before but Mr. Moon has gone a couple of times and always tells me about it. We solved the world's problems over our food and got schedules coordinated for August and Levon pick-up for next week. 

And then I went to May's work to see my darling girl and drop off some books and puzzles for her. When I got to the restaurant where she works, it was noon which was horrible timing, so I went to a nearby thrift store and walked around. I bought a book. 

Then back to Midtown Pies where I had a very fine chat with May. She's just been on vacation in New Jersey which I mentioned a few weeks ago and showed me pictures and we talked and laughed and she introduced me to a regular customer who told me that she loved May and then she introduced me to a guy who just started working there who, like Mr. Moon, is very tall. He was so sweet! I find that tall guys often are. He told me that without a doubt, May is the coolest person he's ever met. 
"Well, yeah," I said. Or something like that. 
Everyone adores May. 

After that, I went to the library which was not closed, and then to Publix to pick up a prescription and then home where I caught up on a few household chores and made a pizza dough and set it to rise. 

So it's been a full day. 
But look what Mr. Moon just did!

A very large branch fell during the storm but got caught in some other branches and then a few days ago, those branches let it go to fall on the wisteria arbor and part of the roof. So this afternoon Glen did his cowboy thing and got a rope over it and then, with his trusty four-wheeler, he pulled it down. 

Unbelievably, he did not bring down the arbor, although I'm sure he would not have minded if he had. He hates those vines. 

Of course then the real work began and he chainsawed the branch into pieces he could handle and loaded them on the back of the truck and hauled them to the burn pile. Man. Are we going to have a conflagration!

It took two loads. He told me he saved the smaller branches for me. 
I gave him a dirty look. If I was any sort of a really good wife, I would have helped with the heavy ones too but that's not my specialty when it comes to being a good wife. 

The hurricane lily you see in the pretty gin bottle in the top photo was one that he knocked over doing that job. He apologized and gave it to me. I'm not upset. The zinnias probably wanted a friend anyway. 

So of course I am exhausted. I mean- all that WAITING and having fun with my daughters and eating a delicious brunch, and watching my husband remove a branch as big as a small tree- man, it's hard work. But I gladly do it. 

Oh. One more thing to report. 
I got a call from Lily who said she had a nursie/kid/grandkid question. I said I would try to answer it. Turns out that Magnolia June had been attacked at her school by a...SQUIRREL! 

The kids in her class were in a line going somewhere and a freaking squirrel suddenly appeared and scratched my granddaughterbaby on the back of the leg! 
Now I have lived in Florida for most of my life and have been surrounded by squirrels at all times and never have I once even heard of a person being attacked by a squirrel unless maybe it was one that was caged and provoked. 
Come on! 
But of course Lily wanted to know if they should take her to get a rabies shot and I said, "Well, that is pretty crazy behavior for a squirrel so maybe, yes." 

It did scratch her skin and of course the squirrel did not bite her but those critters always have their paws in their mouths, gnawing on something. 

But maybe they don't even give rabies shots to victims of squirrel scratching. I haven't gotten an update yet. Our poor, darling Maggie who loves animals so much. Just so uncalled for and so unfair.

I better go cut up some vegetables to go on the pizza. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Just heard from Lily. They did not give Maggie a rabies shot but did give her antibiotics which is probably quite sensible. Like I said- you never know where those little squirrel paws have been.