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I stole that image from Facebook today. I had to. That cat's face is just too good. I sent it to the kids on the group text because that's what I do and so do they. We're just a barrel of monkeys around here. 
Rachel replied that it looked like the cat was saying, "Are you fucking joking right now?" and Hank said the cat looks like it's saying, "Is this how you see me?"

Anyway, you're welcome if you, too, thought it was amusing. 

God, I've been so boring today. Absolutely boring. Describing my day would be about as interesting as describing cutting fingernails. 

I'd started some sourdough sponge last night and made up the dough this morning. That was about the most interesting thing I did. It's still rising and if things go as usual, it will fall before I put it in the oven. In fact, I should probably go preheat the oven and the iron vessel I'll be baking it in. When I'm making sourdough these days, I feel like someone with two left feet on the dance floor. I am just not finding the rhythm which causes missteps and ungainly results. 
Oh well, not the end of the world. 

I worked outside digging in the ground and uprooting things that I don't want in that same space I've been working in for months. This is my hobby now, I guess. My only find today was an old paintbrush, buried for who knows how long. It was in two pieces and the brush part was gross and disgusting for some reason. Sort of like someone's hair, long buried in the ground. I'm glad I found the handle part first because if I hadn't, I would have thought maybe I was digging up a body. Or at least a head. 

Yeah. I'm reaching here. I've been thinking a lot about the picture of the people I posted yesterday from the Facebook group about the history of Roseland and Sebastian. There's just so much I love about it and even though I didn't know those people, I can get such a sense and a feeling of them and that time and place. It strikes a very strong chord in me. 

Here's another one that tugs my heart for sure. That was the old Wabasso bridge that stretched from the mainland and went over the Indian River. And yes, it was made of boards, and yes, anyone who ever went over that bridge remembers the way it sounded and felt as you drove over it. Such a beautiful place then, a tropical jungle, mostly untouched and unspoiled. Now that whole area is filled with rich people houses, huge things perched precariously on dredge islands and on the banks of the river. The road that bridge was part of ended in the Atlantic ocean and that's what we took to get to the beach. 

I better go bake that bread and make some soup. Tonight's soup will be venison and vegetable. I should have had it cooking hours ago but I didn't. La-di-dah. 

I promise I'll try to create some excitement tomorrow. Or, you know- maybe not. 

Here's a picture of Mr. Moon and our own beloved orange cat. 

She was getting some Mr. Moon love. And that is a good thing to get. Trust me.

Love...Ms. Moon

Update:

Looking pretty good. Feel like maybe I've found my cha-cha shoes even if my ballet slippers are long gone. 

Need a vegetable? We got 'em all.