Troubled Time

That is the only picture I have taken today. Maurice was enjoying being the queen, I suppose. Yesterday, when I was working in my bedroom and bathroom, she napped on our bed as I cleaned and organized around her and today, when I moved to the guest room and dining room area, she moved too. That little doll bed, which Glen's daddy made two of for Hank and May when they were little, is in the guest room. Maggie has one of the beds but the boys don't seem to have much interest in this one and so it lives right next to the cradle that Glen made before Lily was born. I keep blankets and quilts and dolls in them. Never know when a young child may come over who needs to play. 
I assume that Maurice is keeping on eye me, just as she does when I'm outside working and she follows me around. 

Last night she'd been sleeping with us when around five, she woke us up with her "I've got an animal!" cry and there was nothing to do but turn on the light and look because she is determined when it comes to her prey. By the time we got the light on, she was in Mr. Moon's closet and although he checked it out, he could see nothing, either dead or alive. He checked again today and still saw nothing. So who knows? 

A few nights ago, while we were eating supper, my bare toes found something under the table. It felt...soft. 
I peeked underneath and it was- you guessed it- a mouse. I am thinking that Maurice, knowing where we eat, brought it in and delivered it to the dining area. I really don't know if she's bringing in mice from outside or catching them in the house. Either was is disturbing but it's an old house with plenty of ways for a small creature to get in and I know we have had mice here. Never what I'd call an infestation but anyone who lives in the country who doesn't think they have mice is probably fooling themselves. 

It's rained all day and it is getting cooler. I can't and won't complain about that. I'll take all the coolness I can get before summer sets in again. As for rain- we always need that. 

I see that the insane, brain-worm riddled, vaccination denying, former drug dealer and addict, and just general good guy who used to blend up mice in a blender to feed some pet and invite his cousins to watch as he pureed them, is now the Secretary of Health. 
Holy fuck. 
My own doctor foresaw the possibility of this happening back before the election and was already worrying about it. I imagine that lots of medical professionals were. The Republican party has collectively lost their minds and obviously has not one testicle to share among them. Forget spines. There is no rational reason on this earth to have voted RFK, Jr. into that position. Not one. At least old Mitch McConnell, who had polio as a child, somehow found some moral fiber and voted no. 
It's so bizarre how quickly the previously unimaginable has become reality. I think that most of us are shaking our heads and thinking that perhaps this is all a bad dream, a nightmare, a slip through a portal to a different and crueler universe. 

Again, I am tired. I did a lot today and could not, for the life of me, find an audio book to listen to that could keep my attention as I went about my chores which frustrated me far more than the situation warranted. I believe the problem is more me than the books. I finally downloaded another Alexander McCall Smith book which I know I have read but I do not care. Perhaps McCall Smith is all I can handle these days with his kind and quirky characters, their philosophical musings, their small and sweet adventures.

Meanwhile, if I don't check in tomorrow, you will know why so don't worry. 

Peace to all of us. 

Love...Ms. Moon