More About My Husband

This is a 1960 Chevrolet Apache. It has been in the GarageMahal for years and years. Mr. Moon bought it as a project car, thinking he would bring it back to its full glory with a new engine but in all the years he's had it, I don't think he's done a damn thing to it. It's been sitting there right beside his Cutlass convertible which he has worked on sporadically for, uh, decades. The Cutlass does run. In fact, he started it today, thus probably killing a generation of mice who most likely were nesting in the engine. Or perhaps they're in the upholstery. I know they must be there somewhere.
Sigh.
Anyway, for reasons really unknown to me, a few days ago he put the truck up for sale on FB Marketplace and got a call this morning from a guy in Georgia who wanted it BAD! All he had to do was borrow a trailer from a friend and come and get it. They agreed on a price and as we speak, that vehicle is loaded up and about to move on out of the yard. The guy who bought it does bodywork. I do not mean he gives massages. I mean he does CAR bodywork. 
I'm going to tell you something- men who work on cars for a living, sell cars for a living, do whatever with cars for a living, are men who love cars. That's just the truth. And they can never own enough cars to make them happy. 
I sometimes fuss at my husband about the number of cars he's bought over the years and stored here for future renovation and what he always tells me is that these cars are investments which of course validate their purchases. 
And surprisingly to me, he's not wrong. He made quite a bit of money on that vehicle. I have to tell you I was shocked. 
I wonder what will go in that garage bay next. For all I know he's already bought another car and will be moving it in tomorrow. 

So. While he made a bunch of money and cleared out part of his garage today, I trimmed some sabal palm fronds. These are another small source of disagreement between the man and me. I love my palms and Tom gave me almost all the ones I have planted in this yard which was bare of palms when we moved in except for the sago palms which are not palms at all. Four of the ones I've planted have gotten rather large. Don't tell anyone I said this, but I probably planted two of them a little too close to the front porch and possibly too close together. I am as bad at envisioning what mature plants will look like as I am at knowing what size container to put the leftovers in. 
HOWEVER, my thoughts were this- as the palms grow, it will only be their trunks that are directly in front of the house on either side of the porch steps. They grow like this.

See what I'm saying here? 
And I still believe this although they don't grow very fast and so the fronds can block passageways and get caught in your car door if you park too close to them and stuff like that which for some reason, annoys Mr. Moon a great deal. 

So today I got out the loppers I may have gotten for Christmas last year or perhaps it was Valentine's Day, and cut the most offending fronds. Not a hard job. But unlike pulling up crocosmia, you can see the results of your work. There is SO much in the yard I need to do and it is difficult not to despair over that fact when I get out there to do any little thing but I try to remember that it is a constant process of step-by-step. 

These are blooming in the little area by the kitchen by the bananas right now. 

I figured they were some sort of daffodil but did not know specifically. My plant ID app says they are bunchflower daffodils or paper whites or any of another dozen names. I did not plant these pretty little things. They were here when I moved in. Now see all that green stuff growing around the daffs? That's the horrendous chenille plant which is in strong competition with the border grass and crocosmia and bamboo to take over the yard. 
I did not plant those either and I wish that no one had. 

Why couldn't they have just planted palms? And camellias? 

Oh well. 

Here's a picture of one of the pizzas I made last night.

I felt just like the Little Red Hen when she made her lovely little pizza.

 Here's the one I made specifically for Glen.

We ate our slices with delicious salad on them and finished watching "The Family Stone" after which I cried and thanked my husband for watching that movie with me AGAIN and he hugged me and said, "I know you love that love stuff."
Here's what cracked me up- he does too. 
The Car Guy loves the love stuff. 
Again- don't tell anyone. 

Tonight- shrimp salad! Greens from the garden, shrimp from the gulf of Mexico, and so on and so forth. And if my bread dough ever rises sufficiently, whole wheat/oat bran bread to go with it. 

Overall, a fine Sunday here in Lloyd.

Love...Ms. Moon