Just Happy To Be Here. Also, Boat And Fishing Education

I had a great day today! 
It did start out a little weird as I woke up from a one of the strangest dreams I've ever had and you know I've had some strange ones. Lucky for you, I'm not going to relate it here because it could be triggering in about fifty different ways. It wasn't that hard to interpret as it played on a huge childhood fear of mine with lots of other little salient details that I know well as symbols for parts of my life that I will probably never truly be at peace with. 

This brings to mind something that a woman and I were discussing via email a few days ago about the word "closure" and how we all so love to think that traumatic events can come to closure and that when they do we can tie them up in neat little bows in their boxes and put them away, never to worry about them again when in fact, this hardly ever really happens. We may, over time, learn to live with what has happened. We may use the experience to help others. We may even come to a place of peace about it but it will always be with us in some form. At least that's how I see it. Perhaps I am just misusing the word "closure" but it's not really a concept that I put a great deal of faith in. 

But that is not what I came here to talk about as I so often say. I came to talk about what a great day I had which mostly involved weeding. God, I love to weed. There's just something about being on my knees and plunging my trowel and hands into the dirt to dig up and pull weeds while listening to a book or podcast that makes me so happy. I am using my body! I am outside! I am in the dirt! I am making way for rows of vegetables! I am tending my tiny plot of land. 
It was still hot today but not the killer hot that drives me back into the house, melted and soaked through with sweat. I even felt a cool breeze two or three times. Just for a second, but enough to notice and appreciate. It got overcast at one point which also helps and for a little while there was even the barest mist of rain but it turned out to be merely a slightly-damp kiss from Chac Mool, not a full-on drenching, powerful, naked embrace of love. 

You know what I mean. 

So I did that for most of the afternoon with breaks taken to cool down and rehydrate. No need to kill myself. And I still have plenty more to do. I concentrated mainly on one area today which was that strip in the picture above between the two fences. It was thick with weeds. I had to dump the garden cart twice with all that I pulled and my hands are sore and red and ants attacked them and I must have pulled some stinging nettle of some sort but I am happy. 

Mr. Moon called me about noon to tell me that he was on his way home. The weather forecast had been abysmal and they did not want to chance it. Yesterday they saw such heavy clouds over the water that five waterspouts formed at one time. They were a distance away but those things are scary. So I told him to come on home but then he called me a few minutes later to say that they'd changed their mind, the sky looked so clear, the sea looked so flat, and they were going to go out but just a little way. And so they did but before too long, the weather changed again and they decided to opt for safety and came on back to land. 
That's Florida for you. Or probably anywhere on the water. 

He's home now. He did get one keeper grouper and that is going to be delicious. "Keeper" means that it is a legal size to keep. There are strict regulations about these things for each species. It must neither be too small or too large. You can identify a fishing boat because it will have a permanent sticker or decal on a gunnel which has inches and feet printed on it like a ruler or measuring tape. And oh- a "gunnel", also called a "gunwale," is one of the boat's sides. 

Aren't you glad you know this now? 

So I am happy and I have a happy husband. He did not fish so long this weekend that he is exhausted, sore, and sunburned. He's just cheerful. I like him like that. I, too, am cheerful so for the moment at least and life is good here in Lloyd. His fish-stinky laundry is in the washing machine and I figure it will take more than one washing to rid not only the clothing but the washing machine itself of that smell. 
I do not especially mind that. I had a sister-in-law once who sometimes spoke of "the smell of another woman's body on a man's person." 
I knew what she meant. I prefer the smell of grouper. 

Love...Ms. Moon