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