I'm Baaaaaack

Being the very soul of patience I waited until it had almost been 48 hours since I splashed the vodka and club soda into my MacBook to open it up and see what was what. 
And, it seems to be functioning perfectly. However, there is that bright spot that you can see on the lower left hand corner which is where the liquid got into a port, I think. I guess it could have been the keyboard where it gained entrance. 
As always- who knows? Not me. 

Mostly, I am just very, very glad that it is working well and so far only shows what I hope is this cosmetic damage. I may or may not take it to the repair place but if I do, it probably will not be tomorrow. 

I'm tired. Also, we may be getting a bit more extreme weather tomorrow. Probably nothing like what we got on Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? My days are all confused right now. 

And then look at the forecast for the next week:

Ummmm...hang on. 

Twenty-one degrees? Are you fucking kidding me? And then twenty-five and then thirty-two? For those of you who live in the more Arctic climes, go ahead and laugh but those numbers are definitely not the sort of numbers we are used to seeing on a weather forecast. WE WILL DIE! And if we don't die, the plants will. All the porch plants are going to be killed if I don't bring them in. My Roseland mango, my Wabasso seagrape, my giant begonias and ponytail palms, my bird nest ferns, my Swedish ivy and all the philodendrons and the monsteras that I got at the dump and am so proud of! 
Ah, Jesus. 
And all of that is not to mention my azaleas which I had great hopes for this year for a fantastic bloom. I guess the roses will finally die back and be ready to prune. Will my arugula survive? My collards, my lettuces, my kale? 
Shit, shit, shit. 

All of the camellia blooms and buds will be frozen. 

Well, it is what it is. I'll start bringing smaller things in tomorrow. Mr. Moon has gone to the coast to help his friend with whom he fishes fix a boat trailer and eat lots of oysters but he'll be back on Saturday or Sunday so in time to help me move the big plants. 
I tell you- part of me just wants to let 'em root hog or die. I'm getting kind of old for this. But you know me. I do love my plant babies. 

Speaking of babies, I picked up August and Levon at their school this afternoon and hung out with them until Vergil got off work. Jessie was working today. It's such a trip walking up to that school to retrieve them. I figured out today that I started taking and picking up my own kids from that school 42 years ago. 
FORTY-TWO YEARS! 
And some things have changed but other things look almost exactly the same. Back when Hank and May were going there, and even Lily and Jessie, there was no need to hold up a tag with the name of the child you were picking up on it in order to collect them. They just ran out of school when the bell rang and you were there and they found you and you found them. 
But now it's an entire process. But of course the basics are the same- a child released from the school day, finding their adult, hugs given, a walk to the car or to the house if you live close enough, the crossing guard who is always a nice person and who chats as you cross. "How was your day? Did you learn something new?"
A good question for a child or an adult. Did you learn something new? 

The boys were terrific for me, mostly because I let them do whatever they wanted. I remembered to get them Kinder Eggs, the candy that comes with a toy. Oh, they were thrilled about that!

Sophie, the dog, is getting so big. She is the softest dog and she is really a fine doggo, especially when you remember that she is still a puppy. She wants to put everything in her mouth, just like a human baby, and she wants to be cuddled and she wants to be all up in your face and she wants to dance with you. She made August and me laugh so hard when she stood up on her hind legs and put one of her paws on the back door knob, for all the world as if she was about to open that door and cruise on out to the yard to see what was happening. She's pretty smart and I would not be surprised if she didn't eventually figure out how to operate the door knob. 

So all of that was lovely but like I said, I am tired. My new pair of overalls arrived today and I walked up to the P.O. to get them and I haven't even opened up the package to see what they look like. I mean- Gap overalls. How many pairs have I had by now? 

I feel like it's been years since I had access to my MacBook, my magic portal, even though it's only been two days. I am very, very glad it is operable and that I am able to access this world in which you live and read and write and tell me of your lives. I have spoken so many times about how important my routine is to me and time spent here is a big part of that. When I read your blogs, when I comment, when I answer the comments you leave here, when I write what I need to write every evening. I swear to you, I wrote at least three different blog posts about the storm we had on Tuesday and wasn't able to post one of them. I will just tell you that it was scary, for me at least, and there were funny moments and moments where my heart was beating way too fast. But here we are. 

And I realize more than ever how much this community means to me. 

Thank you. 

Love...Ms. Moon