Scare, Dare, Share, Prayer

Although I cannot be sure, I don't think we've ever run the air conditioner in November. And we didn't run it for a few weeks in October but as the temperatures inched back up we finally caved in the evenings and turned it back on. We're not using it very much, mostly at bedtime, but it feels so wrong. By this time of year we should have doors and windows open, a breeze sweeping the hallway, the house breathing in its own quiet way. 

So did we all feel virtuous when we got up an hour earlier than we usually do? I am seventy years old and have been through many, many fall-backs and spring-forwards and I still get confused. "Let's see. If I go to bed at ten, it'll really be eleven. Right?" This was a real topic of conversation last night as applied to when the guys should get up to go hunting. The sun rises when the sun rises and will that be earlier by the clock or later? I have no idea what time they got up this morning. Probably around three or something. And right now the sun's about to set and it's only 5:39. Why do we continue to do this? To prove that man has dominion over the sun, the moon, the planets, and the stars? Over time itself? 
I don't think that was the original purpose but it's really time to quit this foolishness. 

I was fairly productive today. I had a lot to catch up on. I knew I wanted to make cookies for the cookie table at Rachel and Hank's wedding and since Lis and Lon will be here later in the week, of couse I want the guest room, at least, to look nice and be tidy and relatively dust-free. And yes, Candie still comes to clean now and then but she knows I'm and easy with schedules and so when she needs an extra few hours for someone else, she asks if I mind if she skips me and I always say, "No problem," and it's not but let's face it- it would take a team of cleaners a month to really get this house in shape and four hours on alternate weeks just ain't getting it so I try to take up the slack but we all know that I hate to clean. Hate it with a passion. I'm much rather dig up crocosmia. However, needs must, as you Brits are so fond of saying. 
But back to the guest bedroom. Because I cut up the curtain in there as fabric for Hank's pocket square, I needed a new one. First I hemmed up another piece of bark cloth that I do like very much but it did not please me as a curtain. The main color in it is yellow and I do love yellow but that room has generally had a sort of dark red and dusky green thing going on and that just did not work with the curtain so I brought out the quilt I'd bought for our room, which is indeed yellow, and put the matching pillow shams on the pillows that had always had a tropical red and green print on them and tried that out. 
Eh. 
It just did not look right. Or more accurately, it did not feel right. 
And because I am so weird, I was obsessing about this situation. Truly obsessing to the point where I was being a little over the line with it. 

And then earlier today, I was in the hallway and noticed the piece of bark cloth that I had covering the old cedar chest in there that has peeling veneer and is really not an attractive piece of furniture but I can't get rid of it because I do have things in there that I cannot let go and also- THE CHEST IS NOT MINE! Okay. It's a very long story and the beginning of it goes back a very long way and I am not going to bore you with it now but the bones of it are that a woman who was vaguely related to my first husband asked me to keep it for her when she was going through some stuff and she never came back to get it and I have no idea where she is. He doesn't either. 

Sigh.

Anyway, I took the piece of bark cloth off of it, took it to the guest room, held it up in the door that needed the curtain, and...well. Not bad. So I cut that to size and hand-stitched it and it's okay. 

Here's a closer look at the pattern of it. 

Magical.

Linda Sue- I have no idea what I would do if you hadn't sent me these material treasures. And I mean that on all levels. 

And now I can put the red quilt back on the bed and it will feel right again. I think. I hope. 

I did a lot of laundry. I cleaned the door behind that curtain very well and shined up the glass panes in it even though, because of the curtain, no one will see them. 

Would you like a report of how the hunting trip went? Well, they killed nothing but the mosquitoes torturing them and saw two raccoons. And then they went and had a Hardee's breakfast so all was not lost. 

Tomorrow Mr. Moon is going to continue his Boppy activities by going to an FSU women's basketball game with Maggie. It's actually going to be a big field trip for a lot of schools, I believe. August and Levon will be there too. In fact, Jessie is chaperoning Levon's class. Unless it's August's class. I do not know. And then Mr. Moon is going to check her out of school and take her for lunch. You know who planned this entire thing, right?
Yes.
Ms. Magnolia June. 
This is one of the pictures that got sent in the group text on Halloween night. 

Jessie (Alexis from Schitt's Creek) and Rachel (a witch). 
Maggie said to Jessie, "If you want a picture with your sister, I know how to do it." She snapped and said, "Yeah. I got it." 

Oh, that girl. 

And Linda Sue, I think you may have sent that Alexis garment to me too and I passed it on to Jessie. 
Good Lord! 

All right. I have not mentioned what's coming up on Tuesday because I am not talking about it. It is too big and it is too important. Let us not forget to breathe.

Love...Ms. Moon