Never A Dull Moment. At Least For Me

I got up an hour earlier than I usually do in order to get Jack to the vet on time. Now let me ask you something- do you recognize this pattern of behaviors in you relationship? In my marriage, I'm the one who's always trying to make sure that my husband and I get to places on time. I hate being late. Mr. Moon was up before I was this morning so there was no problem there but I (the worrier) was already making time frames for our leaving, ensuring that we'd have time to get Jack in the carrier and all of us in the car and to Monticello for our 9:15 appointment. 
"We have to leave about 8:50," I said. 
"8:57," he replied. 
Okay, okay. 
So by 8:45 I was ready to go, having had my cheese toast, and was dressed and had the carrier all set with a towel and a blanket in it and MR. MOON HAD NOT YET EATEN HIS BREAKFAST! 
"Look," he said, "I've been dealing with things on the phone."
And he had. Things like alerting streaming platforms that his credit card information had changed. Okay, yes, that's important but was now really the time for that? 
It takes him at least fifteen minutes to fix and eat his ginormous bowl of cheerios and fruit every morning. He has a certain way he likes the cereal and the fruit to go into the bowl, thus ensuring evenly dispersed bananas or blueberries. And then the actual consuming of the cereal takes awhile too. Knowing all of this, I was beginning to get agitated. 
"It's okay," he said. "It's not like we're going to miss the beginning of a show."
So into the kitchen he went and he helped me get Jack in the carrier which Jack did NOT like at all and then he ate his breakfast and had to fix his water and his coffee to take with him and finally, we drove to Monticello. 
And we really were not that late. And they really don't care much there. As I've said, they're country vets. The vet we saw today spent at least five minutes discussing tractors with another pet-owner. He's a laconic guy who was wearing jeans and true, real work boots with laces. The kind of work boot that you could wear to operate a tractor or deliver a foal. He listened to our description of Jack's behavior and recent weight loss and increasing appetite and thirst. He examined Jack and said that it could be thyroid and he discussed some of the treatments for that, or that it could be diabetes, and he discussed some of the treatments for that, and he said it could also be kidneys or really, a lot of other things. 
I'm starting to lean more towards diabetes because Jack is not displaying the hyper activity that a hyperactive thyroid usually causes. I really hope it's not because we'd have to give him insulin twice a day and I'm just not sure that's something we would do to extend his life, as cruel as that sounds. 
We asked him if he could give us an estimate as to his age and he said it was hard to tell with cats but that he would say somewhere in the mid-teens. So, like 13-15 or so? Which is not a young cat. 
They drew blood and we'll get the results on Monday. 
We bought flea treatment for both Jack and Maurice and came on home. Jack was so glad to be back here but I have to say that he was a very gentle and well-behaved boy in the office. Even the vet noted that and thanked him for not biting him when he examined Jack's teeth. 
So that is all the speculation I am going to be doing until we know what's going on. My mind wants to figure all of this out right now, but that's just impossible. 

I've stayed busy today, hanging sheets outside and spending another hour in this wicked hot heat picking green beans. I got another gallon and a half or so. Here's what our weather forecast looks like for the next week.

I can only tolerate so much of that before I have to come back inside. It's the sort of heat that literally makes me feel like a hunk of meat roasting in an oven. If you're walking across a parking lot, the heat feels like an evil entity, something beyond what is humanly tolerable although I know it is worse in some places. 

We got a beautiful little thunderstorm with rain last night. I doubt we even got a quarter of an inch but oh! While it was happening, I had to sit on the front porch to listen to the wind chimes, to smell the petrichor, which is a word I didn't even know until recently, to watch the trees' branches dance a little in the joy of it. Things did cool off for a bit and everything green is greener still for that sweet hit of water, but it's even hotter today. 

Mr. Moon is on his way back to the coast to hopefully fish tomorrow and Sunday. It's going to be so hot on the water. Yes, of course they can get IN the water, but in my experience, that is not something that fishermen really do. Perhaps it's due to the fact that they know how many sharks are in that water or perhaps it's just not...done. Perhaps they don't want to scare the fish they're trying to catch away?
I don't know. 

I do know he won't starve out there because I made the cookies for him to take that he loves so much. I think that he often forgets to eat when he's fishing until he realizes that his stomach is completely empty but if he has a bag full of oatmeal, raisin, chocolate chip cookies, he's more apt to remember. 

I've made the bed up with the clean sheets. I've done some mending. 
So it's been a good day. Besides the beans, I also picked three nice, shiny Italian eggplants that I am going to make into a sort of rustic eggplant parmesan. Well, maybe they are not Italian eggplants although that's what I thought they were called. I've just googled the situation and they may be Indian eggplants or...fairy tale eggplants? What would you call them?

Whatever variety they may be, I much prefer the English word for eggplant which is aubergine, the very sound of which makes me feel a little swoony. "Eggplant" is so prosaic but "aubergine" is absolutely romantic and sounds like the title of an Edith Piaf song to me. 

Whatever we call it, I am going to cook it and eat it tonight. And I am going to be glad of it. 

I hope that Jack wants to sleep with me tonight because I want so badly to pet and love on him for as long as he'd like before we both fall asleep. 
He is such a very good boy. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon