What The Hell Is Wrong With Me?

That is how blue the skies are around here these days of December. Absolutely Stab Your Heart Blue. If that's not a color name, it should be. Someone call Pantone. 

I got more done today by noon than I generally get done all day. I don't know what happened to me. First of all, I got up early because Jessie and I had talked about going to the pottery studio's open hours this morning to try and finish up some projects but we decided to wait until the afternoon hours so I just got busy here. I took the trash and went to the post office. I carried the paper and cardboard out to the burn pile, I took out the compost, I stripped the bed, I washed the sheets, I folded and put up a load of laundry that had been in the dryer. I dried the sheets and remade the bed. I did another load of laundry. 

I took this picture of the garden.

Sorry it's so dark. Due to the fact that what was a very small magnolia tree to the east of the garden has grown to gargantuan size, our garden gets less sun every day which is why our tomatoes and peppers never do very well. Or at least one of the reasons. But still- isn't that a pretty garden? You know I love my greens. 

Then I drove to town, stopped by Costco, went to my compounding pharmacy for my hormones, and went to Jessie's to pick her up to go to the pottery studio. We both searched diligently among the most recent things to come out of the kiln and while I found two of my pieces, hers were still cookin'. Or whatever it is that pottery does in a kiln. Being fired, I guess. So she had really nothing to do because it's too late to start another project as there is only one more open studio day. She decided to walk on home (her house is quite near the park where the community center is) and get to work on some other projects. I sighed deeply and told her that I'd probably be okay without her but it would not be easy. I picked out two different shades of green glaze and painted my cracker tray and hoped for the best as I put it on the shelf to be fired. 

Then I went to Publix, got a few more things I needed, and came home and made gumbo. Here's my roux.

I really should have cooked it a little more but that was all the time I wanted to give it and honestly, it'll do very well. The roux is what gives the gumbo the deep, dark, earthy undertones that make it so damn good. 

And that is what I've done today! 

Tomorrow I will be going to August and Levon's piano recital and then bringing them back here for a sleepover. Jessie and Vergil are going to a neighborhood Christmas cookie contest/party and it'll be nice for them to have a date night without having to worry about the boys waking up early which Levon always does. Plus, we are overdue for a visit from them. I'll be making pizza for them because honestly, I am pretty much burnt out on the chicken and dumplings. 

The kids and I have been texting back and forth all day and this evening's topic is what to name Jessie's cookie entry. They are going to be a rosemary/lemon shortbread sandwich cookie with raspberry cream filling. So far my favorite suggestion has come from Lily which is, "Rosemary's Raspberry Lemonade Babies." 

Glen has had a very hard day due to problems at Moon Plaza which are going to take much effort and a hell of a lot of money to deal with. He's wound up as tightly as he can be which is a rare state for him to be in. However, we are on our first martini and hopefully, he'll feel better soon, although the problem is not going to go away that easily. This is how upset he is: He got invited to go fishing tomorrow morning and he turned the offer down because he has too much on his mind. 
That's a first. I will do my wifely best to reassure him that all will be well. Easy for me to say, right? 

Better go stir the gumbo. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Any suggestion for a name for those cookies would be appreciated and considered. 
Thank you very much.