Dog Days Of Summer

The pinecone lilies are sending up their cones which will be turning red soon. Scarlet red. Cardinal red. Red, red. And hopefully, the firespike too, will begin to flower its red blossoms. It seems mighty late to me this year. 

Mr. Moon and I had our Sunday brunch this morning. This is such a routine by now. I make biscuits and bacon and some sort of potatoes or grits along with eggs. We eat out on the porch if it's not already roasting outside and Jack comes and stares at us with his nose twitching. Poor guy. I am just not going to let him eat human food because it only leads to begging and often, vomiting. Jack has a very sensitive tummy. But it is hard to see him trying with all of his cat superpowers to hypnotize us into offering up delicious tiny bites for him to enjoy. Frankly, I have to use my own human superpowers to overcome his cat ones. 
Perhaps I have grown stauncher in my old age. 
There's a word you don't hear very often. 
Or perhaps I am just meaner now. Old people can get mean, you know, although it seems to me that it's not really getting meaner, it's just reaching a stage of life where putting up with bullshit is simply not going to happen. 
Yes. We shall call it that. 

Hank and Rachel came out around noon. They have a tire that's been worrisome and Glen wanted to look at it here where he could absolutely tell if it was leaking and deal with it if it was. He did not find any sort of leak in it, which is good, and I got to visit with my boy and his ladylove. They are in the getting-really-serious stage of planning their wedding and so we talked a lot about that. They've met with their DJ, they've picked out their cake. Hank is getting a real, honest to god tailored suit. They have picked out their colors, (sage green and lavender), designed their invitations, put down the deposit on the venue, and have a caterer. 
And Rachel has a dress. 
They are both going to have one attendant to stand with them. The invitation will state that people can wear whatever makes them feel comfortable and beautiful. There will be dancing. And children running around being wild. It will be traditional, it will be queer, it will be fabulous! 
I believe I have my own mother-of-the-groom outfit and it is comfortable. The outfit itself is beautiful but as to making me feel beautiful? This is not quite as guaranteed. 
But that is neither here nor there. This will be Hank and Rachel's day. They have loved each other for a very long time and they have been through the hardest times and the sweetest times together. Rachel has been "Aunt Rachel" for the longest time. She is very much a part of our family already. 

Tomorrow, if all goes as planned, I am going with May and possibly Billy and Jessie, too, if she gets called off work, to get pedicures and then have lunch at Sahara, a Mediterranean place that has the best food. I am so excited. I haven't gotten to spend nearly enough time with May lately and of course I haven't seen Billy in forever. So that will be very nice. 

I've felt quiet today. Just that- quiet. I've done very little but do not feel bad about it. My sweetheart is doing better, as am I, and I'm about to cook us some snapper along with some other foods that I'm not sure about yet. You know how we artists are- we improvise as we go. 
Haha!

Sundays can be like this. Days to get through. Days to try not to overanalyze. They're just part of it all. 

As are we. 

Love...Ms. Moon