Life In The End Of Times As We Know It- Chopping Wood, Hauling Water, Etc.

Li

Here we have the central, inner parts of a camellia. The folds and whirls are, to me at least, reminiscent of the woman parts of human ladies. Camellias and many other flowers are not in the least shy about displaying their reproductive organs and in fact, the showier and more dramatic they are, the better the chances of fertilization by bees and other insects. 

I am not telling you anything you do not know. 

Today was pottery day but Jessie couldn't make it because she had to take the boys to the dentist for their check-ups. She'd rescheduled twice, I think, already, so she felt like she had to keep the appointment. So there I was, all alone, with no one BUT THE TEACHER to ask questions of. The teacher and Larry, of course. I am so embarrassed at the most basic of things that I do not know. But I had a pretty good time in the class. I worked on what I'm calling my wavy bowl and I also worked on a different bowl, both hand built and not made on the wheel. I got the wavy bowl glazed and now it will go in the kiln, and the other bowl ready for its first firing. We only have one more class this season so that bowl isn't going to be finished but we are going to take another series of the classes and Lily is going to be joining us! We'll be changing to Wednesday mornings as Wednesday is Lily's day off. I think it will be so good for her to have a few hours a week where she is pretty much required, as a result of signing up, to spend doing something crafty which is what she loves to do. Hurray! 

Jessie and I did go to lunch after I got out of class and she got the boys back to school. And that is always nice. Then I went to Publix and came home, watered the porch and inside plants, and planted a few Cherokee Purple tomato seeds in little peat cups to grow into seedlings that will be planted in the garden. Remember last year when I discovered that I can no longer touch peat cups without wanting to cut my fingers off? 
Same-same this year. I accidentally touched one with my thumb and I can still feel it, creeping me out in the weirdest sort of way. I suppose this is what they would call a "sensory issue." I never experienced this before last year. 

I just have to wear gloves and that is that. No big deal. Except...oooooh, ugh, yuck. Just the thought is enough to make me shiver and shudder. 

Here's a picture of what has become, over the years, my favorite of all the camellias.

At least of the ones in my yard. And I still do not know its name. But oh, that shade of pink on the tips of the petals does the opposite to my heart as the feel of the peat cup does to my fingers. 

Immediate and certain soothing, as if a healing balm were being poured over my prickly old soul. 

Sigh...

The kidney stone is still an issue. Not really bad pain, just a crampy ache which tells me that my body is probably trying to shed the dang thing. I'm patiently waiting to see if it gets worse or just floats back to wherever it was when it wasn't making any noise. 

Bodies are just so weird, aren't they? I mean, we are indeed wonderfully made but not always and then time does always take its toll and tax. 

I haven't talked about IT in a few days and I'm not going to now but I will say my opinion about Trump (and Musk) doing everything in their power, mostly illegally, to end democracy as we know it only deepens with each passing day. What a horrible, vindictive, cruel, and nasty person Trump is and in Musk, he has found his counterpart.

My strongest wish is that they become antagonistic to each other, as power-hungry men often do, and in a battle for domination do each other in. 
So to speak. 

I gotta go make supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon