Holding On

I stopped and took that picture of the lilies growing in front of yet another old and abandoned house on Main Street. They just seemed to be asking me to pause and notice them for a second and so I did. The old house behind it has been empty since I moved here twenty years ago but it still looks salvageable to me. It's got straight lines; what we might call good bones. I think the person who owns it bought some property here a long time ago, thinking that Lloyd would be discovered due to the interstate exit and entrance so close and hoping to make a fortune selling land to Hardee's or someone. He may well be the person who sold the land that the GDDG is on. 

Ai, yi, yi. What a day. I took the full walk this morning. I'd even gotten up early to get out earlier but when I was ready to go, Mr. Moon needed my phone to try and contact the Dollar Rent-A-Car office in Las Vegas because they'd never called back like they said they would nor did they email like they said they would. Of course there is no way in this world to get an actual phone number to speak to an actual person in an actual office. I think the man's ready to- well, I don't even know. But he is NOT happy. Of course he's filled out all the online forms but that doesn't seem to do a damn thing except to tell him that if his lost item is not claimed in thirty days, they will donate it to the poor or something, and by the way, they have thirty days to respond to a claim. 
Are you fucking kidding me? 
No. No I am not. 
We figure the phone's in a desk drawer somewhere, forgotten and forlorn. 
So the point of this story is that I got out later than I thought I would and it was so hot and the humidity is over 70% but I was stubborn this morning and got in two and a half miles, came home and melted in front of a fan. 
This is ridiculous and I'm not sure why I've suddenly decided that walks will be taken but it may be that I'm a whisper away from turning 70 and it's sort of like now or never. 
At this point, "never" is sounding far more reasonable. 
I keep thinking of my little old granny and her friends whom I knew when they were in their sixties and seventies and they did not do a damn thing when it came to exercise. They may have worked a tiny bit in the yard but I sure don't remember that. And I can't remember them being any the worse for it. What if we're just wearing ourselves out with all of this physical fitness nonsense? What if we're just creating business for the orthopedic surgeons who replace hips, knees, and shoulders? 
Okay. Okay. I'll quit trying to rationalize a slothful life. 

It was a Candie day so I took the trash and hung some things up in the closet and really, that's about all I did before she got here. Then I went to town to visit the Costco and the Publix. For some unknown reason this always takes me at least three hours, sometimes more. I'm going to collect Ms. Magnolia June tomorrow in the early afternoon and she'll be spending the night and I wanted to get a few things to make her feel special, like little tea cakes, and ginger ale and grape juice for her fancy drink. I also got this at Costco along with two packs of colored markers.

She may not be interested in it in the least but I am going to give her options. She can claim it as her own if she likes it, she can just mess with it when she's here, or she can totally say, "Ummm. I don't think that's me," and I'll be fine with any of those. It might be a little advanced for her. Or a lot. But who knows? She may surprise me and want to do some of the activities. 

I will let her guide me as to things that we do. I wonder if she'll want fish for supper or perhaps, chicken and dumplings, which I think was the last thing she asked for. We shall see. I'm ready for almost anything. 
I think. 

I'm tired. Nothing a good night's sleep won't cure. I'm hot and sticky. Nothing a shower won't deal with. I'm numb with the news of the horrible shit going on in our country, especially as it relates to the Republican National Convention and JD Vance. And nothing, nothing is going to deal with any of that. At least nothing I can do. 

Here. In case you have no idea who this Vance person is, I give you Trae Crowder, The Liberal Redneck. Watch the whole thing if you can. He knows the guy. Has known him for years.

Let's all try to be gentle and kind with ourselves, okay? It's weird times and we're all stressed out but if we aren't okay, we can't be gentle and kind to others which is what the world really does need now. 

The picture I wanted to take last night. 
Light and love, baby. Light and love. 

Ms. Moon