Thursday, March 21, 2024

HOURS In Town. I Am Barely Conscious Now


Since the Bradford pears got taken out, I have a more direct view of this oak which grows on the backside of our yard by the railroad track. I love its color right now, especially contrasted with the blue of the clear morning sky. Every morning I think of Ross and I look up and there it is. 

I met Jessie in town today. We went to Costco and got a few things and saw Ms. Brenda. Always a joy. And then we went to lunch at a Mediterranean place we've never been to before. We were not overly impressed. It was okay but they are not going to be putting our beloved Pitaria or Sahara out of business. We went there because it was close to a nursery and we both wanted to get some plants. But before we went there, we went to Joanne's Fabric across the road from the restaurant where I got some cotton gauze to make Mr. Moon a new cover. 



Yes. Cotton gauze. And if that doesn't work, he's on his own. I will hem up the sides and bottom and top and hope it pleases him. I showed it to him and he said that he thought it would be perfect but was a little sad that it didn't have cowboys on it. Ah well, he'll have to deal with the manly stripes. 

Jessie also helped me pick out the fabric for Levon's name blanket. 


The backing will be the sage green stuff, his name will be spelled out with the red flannel, and the print will be in there somewhere as will the yellow. I need to get out my old Singer and get to it. 
I was rude to the woman cutting fabric. I didn't mean to be but I swear- as I get older, words just pop out of my mouth before I can think. In this case, Jessie and I were discussing going to the nursery and I said that I was really pushing it, just having been out this long and might wait and go tomorrow and the woman said, "Oh no! You have to go to the nursery and get some sun!" 
And then my evil mouth said, "Honey, I spend most of my time outside in the sun. That is not the issue." 
And then I felt terrible because just as "Bless your heart" can mean so many things from the most sincere and loving to the most sarcastic and definitely not loving, the word "Honey" can cover a lot of ground in how it is said. 
I can say to one of my kids or my husband or my grandkids or a dear friend, "Oh, honey, I am so sorry," and that is real and it is a sweet (no pun intended) endearment. I use it that way frequently. Or- "Honey! I am so proud of you!" Or "Honey, would you mind taking the trash?" Or even, "You know, honey, I'm not sure that's a good idea." 
But when you call someone you do not know by that word it is generally not an endearment. It is, quite frankly, way too obviously condescending. Like, "Oh, little girl, you have no idea what you're talking about."

So I shouldn't have done that but I did. I am not as nice as I am sure many of you think I am. 

We did go to the nursery. 


I don't like feeling rushed at the nursery. I want to wander and meander and admire and think about things and so on and so forth. As it was, we both had a timeline and went directly to the vegetables and herbs. We spent awhile looking at pepper starts. It seems to me the trend in peppers is to grow the hottest ones that nature and science can produce. Jessie and I want none of that. We saw one that was called "Death Spiral." We agreed that we had no desire to grow anything that involved a death spiral. I got bell pepper plants and an eggplant plant and some African basil and regular old Greek oregano. I also got a few squash plants and some cucumber seeds. Neither of those will do a damn thing. Everything that can kill squash and cucumbers lives here in our dirt and in our yard. But we always try. 

Again, the radiology place did not call me. I will call tomorrow to see what's going on. My stone did make itself known today. Not horribly, just noticeably. Just- "Hey! I'm still here! Did you forget me?"

I'm thawing out some shrimp and really have no idea what I'm going to do with it for our supper. I had plans for it but got home so late that I don't have time. Ah well. Boiled shrimp with cocktail sauce and a salad is a fine supper. That may be what we have. We are in no real danger of starving. 

Oh! Mr. Moon sent me a video the other day. I can't embed it but I think that if you go HERE you can watch it. It's about what sort of cat you should get if you want to be treated like shit. Maurice is well-represented. She just tried to puncture my very thin skin with her very sharp teeth because I was trying to get my phone out from under her. She did actually bite Glen this morning because he annoyed her when he typed something on his laptop while she was on his lap. 

We carry on. She is our darling. 

Love...Ms. Moon

30 comments:

  1. CALL the radiology place tomorrow pronto! You must! Love the gauze Mr Moon blanket fabric and the Levon fabric.....our one local Joanne's fabric is closing down due to their recent Chapter 11 bankruptcy filing, sadly.....but I don't sew at all anymore.....so no consequence for me. Can't believe you bought Oregano.....I detest oregano...... always have, and my italian oregano thrives in my flower beds...... only to have the bees visit and enjoy it- I do NOT use any of it! Hubby whacks it back with weed wacker and it comes back even more every year!
    Susan M

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    1. I think they all might be going out of business. Sure are a lot of markdowns right now.
      I've never heard of anyone who disliked oregano before. I suppose you're not the only one.

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  2. Ha! I just dropped by your blog a little early, for me. to look at "Mary Moon's Shrimp Salad Recipe"...don't want to leave a single morsel out...I'm so excited, it's one of our faves!
    I love the fabric for Mr Moon's blankie...it looks very similar in weight and texture to the one I have. I bet he will love it! Levon's will be precious also.
    Enjoy your shrimp, I know we will!
    Angie D

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    1. Oh! I'm so glad you like the shrimp salad! That makes my heart so happy. Do you make the goop too?

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    2. Oh, I definitely make the goop! It's SO good! I just add a squirt of Sriracha bc we like a little spice. The recipe is so adaptable...didn't have corn or pasta last night but had some left over pasta salad so threw that in and it was YUMMY! Wish I could make shrimp and grits like your...DAMN that looks good!

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  3. I hope you hear from the radiology place tomorrow so you can be done with that stone. It's so nice how often you get to hang out with Jessie. She seems like such a sweetie!

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    1. She is a sweetie. I used to call her my back-pocket baby when she was little because she always wanted to be with me and now I guess I'm her back-pocket old ma.

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  4. I love the fabric you found for Mr. Moon's blankie.
    I hope your cucumbers and whatever grow this year, at least one or two of each. And your nursery plant pots look just like my nursery's. Must buy their stuff from the same place.

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    1. And I liked Mr. Moon's clip about cats. My best ever cat was orange; Scotty. But we have had strange orange cats.

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    2. I think Maurice may be the only orange cat we've ever had so I don't have the data to really judge but it struck us as very funny that the #1 cat on the list of the meanest cats was a ginger.
      I want MANY cucumbers because I want to make pickles again!

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  5. Honey, 'bout time you got your pasty self to the outdoor nursery! ...( oh lord, you did step in it!!) Winter is coming again for it's last hoorah- then maybe by june we will have warmth.
    I LOVE the gauze fabric. Our Joanne does not carry it, I looked everywhere! So, I ordered two gauze blankets already made and on sale. I am trying to spend all of my money before the world ends- should take about a week or so .
    Orange cats, charming.

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    1. I am the opposite of pasty- trust me. I saw those blankets and they look really nice but would be TOO HEAVY for Glen. He's a little afraid that the one layer of gauze might be too heavy. If that's the case, he needs a shrink, not a new blanket.
      Ooh- have fun spending all your money!

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  6. When somebody I do not know greets me with "honey," I respond with "darling"... and they are quite taken back. Darling is the perfect retort. Your old pear tree space is beautiful. Cat personalities are broad. My grandmother had a Siamese cat that disliked everybody except for my grandmother. The cat hid under furniture waiting for someone to walk by and she would attack ankles with her claws. Then she would hide again and let out a low angry sound letting us know she was in waiting for her next victim. Your trip to the nursery sounds like good fun. I recently bought a peach tree to add to my new orchard.

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    1. There are people whom I don't really know who can address me as "honey" and I do not mind in the least. But it's not always true and I was being bitchy.
      I had a cat who hid under furniture to attack ankles. Then I got a kitten and that cat (male) fell in love with it and became a surrogate mother to it. He even let that baby cat nurse on his tummy. He gave up his evil ways, too. Maurice will definitely reach out to hook your arm when you walk by her if she's on a table or chair.
      Yay for a new peach tree!

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  7. My big orange cat, Snake, is certainly the neediest and biteyist/scratchiest cat we have (except for the utterly feral tortie, but I'm convinced she's not a cat but a demon). My mom's siamese cat,Gizzard, bit me through my thumbnail so she probably wins meanest though.

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    1. I'll just say that if someone called me Gizzard I would not be happy either. But really- that's taking it a little too far. I am thankful that Maurice is not bigger than she is. I have known some big ol' orange cats.

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  8. Wow, that orange cat really is a mean one! I'm sure Maurice is not quite as bad, though she does bite and scratch. All of my cats have been placid and tame compared to those in the video.
    Levon's name blanket will be beautiful. As will Mr Moon's new sheet.
    I need to get to a nursery soon and buy some winter flowering bulbs to put under my trees. Hellebores and one other that I can't remember right now, but I'll know it when I see it.

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    1. Oh, Maurice has been that bad. Trust me. She is neither placid nor tame. She CAN be for moments at a time and then she'll turn on you in a second.
      I hope Levon likes his blanket.
      It is a tonic to go to the nursery in spring, isn't it?

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  9. Maurice sounds like such an adorable little stinker. Don’t you hate that feeling of “Oh, shit, I said that out loud.” At least you said ”honey” and not “bitch please.” I love the new fabric for Mr. Moon. You could always buy cowboy appliques to sew on. Wouldn’t he be surprised?

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    1. I do hate that feeling and I'm having it more and more often these days. And you made me laugh with the "bitch, please." Actually, "honey" is absolutely the southern old lady substitute for just that phrase.
      I think if I sewed any appliqu├ęs to that sheet they would make it too heavy. I am not kidding you.

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  10. I went through a period where I blurted things like that. Now I just do a basilisk glare. Less labor intensive.
    I hear you about eating out in company. For me back when I occasionally lunched out, it was only for the company. The food didn't matter to me, couldn't divide my attention that way.

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    1. Oh, I can concentrate on food and my lunch companion(s) at the same time. But I know what you mean.

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  11. Well, sistah, you need to write it down on a list. Next Christmas when you are wandering around like a lost child trying to find a Christmas present for your husband, you can make him a cowboy blanket. Add in a pair of cowboy boot slippers, and you have a theme!

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  12. I'm sure the lady at the fabric store has been called worse. The fabric is lovely and Maurice, is, well, I'm just glad she's not my cat. I hate being bitten, puts me in a bad mood.

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    1. I'm sure that lady just wished she could get out from under those fluorescent lights herself.
      It is absolutely bad-mood inducing to be bitten. Or punctured with a claw.

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  13. Well, I am also somewhat disappointed that fabric doesn't have cowboys on it. LOL!

    I don't think what you said to the fabric woman sounds so bad, though of course tone has a lot to do with it, too.

    I love Levon's name blanket fabric!

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  14. 37paddington: your breakfast of the use of “Honey” made me smile. It reminded me that in Jamaica, if someone opens with “Hi, hello” it is definitely not a greeting but the prelude to enlightening you on how you just screwed up.

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  15. *your breakdown (not breakfast)

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