Miscellanea

Of course I had to do a little research on the Moon Infused Water I saw for sale yesterday and it is everything I expected and more. Surprisingly, it's a quite well-known thing. That photo is of a tin sign that you can buy on Amazon for wall decor. It is 6 by 8 inches and costs $5.57 which sounds like a steal to me. 
A long time ago I did a post on "ancient wisdom" and other related topics. It really disturbs me when people get all excited about something because it's based on ancient wisdom or ancient customs or ancient beliefs or...well, ancient whatever. 

Turns out that Moon Water is based on several of those ancient things or at least Moon Water's proponents claim that to be true. Here's a quote from a Yoga Journal article about the stuff. 

"Rooted in ancient traditions and infused with otherworldly beliefs, the sacred ritual of placing water where it will be infused with moonlight holds significance in cultures that revere nature and align with the lunar phases."

In this case, Moon Water is rooted in "ancient traditions." If you click on the link above you can find out all about it. 
I think humans are incredibly gullible creatures and that's all I'll say about that because Jessie says I'm judgmental and after doing a casual mental inventory, I do believe she is right. I'll probably write about that someday too. 

Next up! The garden! Mr. Moon, as I noted the other day, got a truckload of compost at the Tallahassee Waste Management facility. They give it to you for free. This is exciting. Yes, I do have a compost pile but that does not mean we have our own compost because we don't do it "right". We just throw stuff on a pile and occasionally pitchfork the stuff over. One of these days we have to use it though because it still has the goodness of chicken shit hay in it. I do believe it's mellow enough by now. 
In the meantime, Mr. Moon unloaded the truck and spread the compost around on the rows and it looks like this.

Now is that not beautiful? He's going to get another truckload and then the pine straw I mentioned. I think he's a little disappointed in me that I did not help him unload that truck. When we first started living together (which was approximately five moments after we met), he said he'd help me make a garden and he did. We went to a horse farm and got some of their horse shit hay and I helped him load it on the truck and then did a lot of the shoveling of it off the truck into the garden. 
Between seeing that and watching how I made biscuits without a recipe or so much as a measuring spoon, he fell in love. Well, there was another thing involved but it would not be ladylike to mention it. 

And I have continued to shovel shit over the almost-forty years we've now been married but my days of that could be over. I just did not feel compelled to help him. And I do believe, as I said, that he was somewhat disappointed. 
I told him that I still make him biscuits (I did that this morning, in fact) and the other thing too. He agreed that this was probably sufficient. 

We do make each other laugh. This morning we were talking about the standing water across from the GDDG. He said he'd noticed it too. We both shook our heads in dismay and then he said, "Yeah, before you know it, there'll be fish in there."
"Yes," I said. "There's always a bright side." 

He is an optimist, isn't he?

Now let's discuss Maurice. Sorry for the blurry picture but she was up in my face and I was in bed, lying down. For the past two or three nights that cat has claimed the space in our bed for her own to sleep with us. Jack is our usual co-sleeper and there have been bloody fights over the land rights. But for whatever reason, she has lately been determined to sleep with us and Jack doesn't even fight her on it. She's gotten into a little routine wherein when she knows I'm going to bed, she leads me into the bathroom where I brush my teeth, take my shower, apply various creams that do nothing they promise, and all that stuff. She patrols every nook and cranny of my bathroom, under the dresser, behind the tub, etc. When I am done and in my nightgown, she stands by the door, I open it, and she waits until I get in bed and then she gets in bed to cuddle beside me. 
None of this is particularly surprising but what IS surprising is that she is letting me pet her without biting me. She even does a little tongue grooming of my arm. Also- she does not get up with Mr. Moon who is always out of the bed before me, but waits until I get up, follows me back into the bathroom, waits until I am dressed and washed and brushed and ready for the day and then follows me out. 
I have no idea what's going on. This is the friendliest this cat has ever been. I am under no delusions that she's never going to bite or scratch me again. 
None. But it is interesting. 
I have a theory that she's only using me to get back at Glen for going off and leaving her on his hunting and fishing trips. But who knows? Not me. 

I've spent a good portion of the day trying to make us something for dinner. The thing I'm making has gone through several iterations. At first I thought to make a greens and white bean, chicken and parmesan stew, and then I thought, nah, I'll make a white bean and chicken chili, and then I discovered that I had no no green chilis and now it's going to be mutt soup with chicken, greens, white beans, parmesan, and pasta, I guess. With tomatoes. 

It's taken me four different pots to make that soup, including the pressure cooker I had to use to get the beans cooked. They were white kidney beans which I bought because I'd never seen them before and was curious as to how they'd taste. 
They seem to taste pretty okay. 

Whoa! I'm getting texts about Vergil being in a circus today. I must explore this. 

Oh my god. Blindfolds, handcuffs, and popped balloons were involved. Cirque Italia. 
I'll update you on this tomorrow.

Meanwhile...sunset in Lloyd tonight. 

No filters. No editing. 
Not unlike this post. 

Love...Ms. Moon