Well, At Least The Beans Are Very Happy

That is what I ended up making last night. Shrimp and grits. There really are grits underneath that seafood goodness. Damn, it was good. We didn't end up eating until about 8:30 but who cares? 
Probably my husband. I tried to make it worth the wait though. For some reason (craziness) I always think it's going to take me far less time to make supper than it does. You'd think I'd know by now how long something is going to take. In my mind I'm thinking, "Well, shrimp just takes a minute to cook," which is true but I had to cook the grits and grate the cheese to put in them and find the Better Than Bouillon in the refrigerator which is generally a lengthy process and get that simmering and then chop and sauté  the onion and peppers and garlic and peel the shrimp and set it aside with lemon juice and Old Bay and make a broth for the shrimp sauce and this all just takes time. And it is so worth it! 
Usually.
I also made a lovely garden salad and of course that doesn't happen in an instant although once again- I always think it will. 

For tonight I planned on making hamburgers. Keeping it simple. 
And guess what Mr. Moon ate in town today? 
He NEVER orders hamburgers out. 
But of course he did today. I can remember my grandmother talking about how Granddaddy always seemed to have whatever she was cooking for supper for his lunch in town. I think this is a pretty common situation. I offered to make us something different tonight but sweet Glen assures me that he will be happy to eat another hamburger tonight. I'm sure almost anything will please him after martinis are involved.

It's rained on and off all day long so I've stayed inside. I got out my ironing board and my sewing machine and after considering the length of the fabric I bought yesterday, I decided it was perfect as it was. 

I ironed a hem all around the edges and then stitched it all up and the whole thing did not take an hour. I do believe this was the first project I've ever done in which I didn't screw up something like sewing a hem on the wrong side of the cloth or something. I mean, it was stupid-simple but I have a history of even being able to fuck things like that up. But no, I wound a bobbin and threaded the machine and it ran like it was made yesterday instead of seventy years ago and...voila! 
I was going to wash the fabric before I did the sewing but I forgot to put it in with the sheets so I washed it afterwards instead with a load of towels and now it is even softer. 
I sure hope the man can sleep under it comfortably. He's had a hell of a week, working on car-related things, helping a friend, renewing his dealer's license (for selling cars), helping Lily find a house, and I don't even know what all. He even came home today with a truckload of compost. The man does not know how to slow down and he doesn't quit until his list has been completed. 
Meanwhile, I was freaking out because there were things I needed at Publix and I did not WANT to go to Publix. Not one bit. So I decided to just go to the evil and horribly unpleasant GDDG and see if I could find what I needed there. 
And by golly, I did. Well, almost, but they had everything I really needed. That place surprises me sometimes. I even found a card for Gibson whose little party is tomorrow that says, "Happy 12th Birthday, Grandson!" 
Perfect. 
And...

Publix does not carry flower seeds or any seeds at all and if they did, they'd cost more than fifty cents a package. 

So that was very good. 

Here's some pictures of southern blue flag irises that are blooming. 

Glorious geometry in shades of blue and purple, yellow and white. They remind me of kaleidoscopes. Now if those took over the yard, I would not be too upset. 

The tung tree. Not a great picture at all as it was taken in the rain and gloom but you can get an idea of how fully and quickly the flowers have opened. It's already dropping petals. 

I am not sure why but the news about Princess Catherine has saddened me. I suppose it's just the fact that any mother of young children who has to deal with something this difficult is hard to hear. I wish her only the best and if anyone has a shot at the best treatment in the world, it would be her, and of course there are probably hundreds of thousands of young mothers who are given similar diagnoses yearly who don't have the resources she does but Catherine gives a face to this disease and its effect on families and reminds us that cancer does not discriminate. And the fact that her father-in-law, the King of England, is also being treated for cancer is only a further reminder. 

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I have suggested to Mr. Moon that I make sloppy joes with the ground beef rather than hamburgers and he said that would be nice. So I best get to it. 

Martinis have been made, the sheets on the bed are clean and neat and here we are. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Lily just received notice that her divorce is finally final. She is once again Lillian Rose Moon. She wanted her name back and she got it. This has been a long and difficult journey but all is now well and she is a Moon girl, again.