Today's Report

That is a very small king snake who found its way onto the back porch last night during the storm we had. I didn't even notice it but Glen did. So did Jack who was quite curious. King snakes are absolutely not harmful and are good for helping keep down vermin around the place but they wear the same colors as coral snakes which have a deadly venom. The patterns of the colors are different though. There's an old rhyme that goes, "Red touches yellow, kills a fellow/Red touches black, friend of Jack."
I can never remember that. So I have to look it up every time. And that is definitely a king snake. Glen picked it up with my yard grabber thing and put it back out in the storm. I'm sure it could have crawled under the house easily enough. 

It stormed hard last night but I've heard no reports of tornados or high winds. Lots of thunder and lightening and pelting rain though. Tom did not spend the night so I guess he just hunkered down in the part of his trailer that is still somewhat of a shelter. 
Mr. Moon was over there at dawn this morning to get to work again on clearing. Tom's decided that in order to disturb the fewest plants, he will get a new power pole to hook the tiny house up to. Which is fine except that he'll have to be on a wait list but he's okay with that. 
So Glen finished up what he needed to do over there for one day and it was raining pretty heavily by early afternoon so he came on home, washed off the little excavator, and took it back to where he'd rented it from. 
Here's the funniest thing- Glen absolutely LOVED working with that small piece of heavy machinery on the land. It made him so happy. That man needs a little piece of his own land where he can clear and build a hunting camp, maybe put in a cabin. He could not have been more cheerful when he got home. I have no idea how Tom felt but I sincerely doubt that "cheerful" would be anywhere on a list of descriptors.

So after Glen goes back over there tomorrow morning and does a little more work, all will be ready to bring in the tiny house and get it settled in. Or down. Or whatever you have to do with a tiny house. 

I actually did some dusting today. I am not sure if I still have a cleaner or not. I think I do but Candie hasn't been able to make it for several weeks. I got to the point where I could not look at the dust on my wood furniture any more and decided to do something about it myself. 

That's the vanity in my bedroom and it is a beautiful piece of furniture. When it gets really dusty, I feel so guilty because I am not honoring it the way I should. So I got out the wood treatment oil and some soft cloths and gave my furniture a little love. I mostly just hit the big pieces and I still haven't done the piano but it makes me happy to know that I've made a little bit of difference. 

I've thought a great deal today about the post I wrote yesterday and I love all the thoughtful comments I got. The whole subject of weight and the many, many related issues are at once so very intimate, personal, touchy, and misunderstood. Shame and science are of equal importance. There are so many myths about weight management and there is so much we do not know or understand yet. And I will be talking about this more. 

But right now I need to...go make our supper. 

We were watching Northern Exposure the other night (we are taking it so very slowly) and one of my very favorite scenes from the entire show came up. It involved Adam, an extremely bizarre and eccentric master chef who was working with a group of hopeful chefs-to-be. Trying to get to the very root of cooking, he asked the trainees why they thought he cooked. 
"WHY do I cook?" he kept asking. They stared at him blankly until one woman finally said...

"YES! YES!" he shouted. "Because I am hungry!" 

I relate to that so much. 

I guess I'm hungry and so I shall go cook. 

Love...Ms. Moon