Stuff

I've mentioned that Levon is currently somewhat obsessed with basketball. There's some little kid you can see videos online of whose name I cannot remember and cannot find who is Levon's new inspiration. Levon spends as much time watching the child's videos as his parents will allow him. A very good coach is involved. 
Inspired by these videos, Levon has made himself what I'd call a worksheet of things he needs to practice. I am quite impressed by this worksheet which was on the counter top at Jessie's house today when I went to meet up with her to go floor-covering shopping. Glen and Vergil were at the house with a friend of ours and a guy Glen met at the local marina diner over there who works in the kitchen. Glen and Vergil's main goal today was to set up the Star Link internet and cell receiver or whatever the hell it is and yes, I know that Elon Musk is the owner of that company but that's the only option out there. They got that going very quickly and my husband called me a little after ten this morning. Those men got up early and got to work early. The phone connection sounded great and I am relieved that we now have phone service. 

The marina guy got all the carpet pulled up in two hours. 
TWO HOURS! 
Supposedly the cement underneath is in very good shape, no cracks. And we still haven't figured out what we're going to use in place of the ugly brown carpet. Jessie and I first looked at the vinyl/wood/laminate flooring which I really do not want to do because MORE WOOD.
This did not completely offend me though. 

It's almost a blonde, not a beige or brown. Still- more wood.

We are also considering cement coating but there was no place for Jessie and I to go look at examples of that. More research is needed there. 

And then we went to a floor covering place that has carpet. Lots and lots of carpet. And some of the colors are so pretty. I think we were both charmed. 

Look at those greens and teals. So we threw that option in the pot. Carpet can be gross, yes, but it can also be soft and comfortable on the feet. Probably not a good option, but it is an option. Not, of course, in a bathroom or the kitchen. 

And then because we were just a few doors down from the appliance store where Mr. Moon and I generally get our appliances, we stopped in there to look at stoves, washers, and dryers. 

Gas is not an option at the lake so it has to be an electric stove. Everyone seems to use and love the flat top stoves these days and Jessie's pushing for that but in my heart, I'd be completely happy with the old coil burner stove. I think. 
The main problem with the flat, glass-top stove for me is that cast iron will scratch it. Do I care if it gets scratched? Well, yes, a little bit. The main selling point according to the salesman is that the glass top stove can produce much higher heat. I rarely, if ever, cook on high heat and never on super high heat. So that is not a plus in the positive column for me. 
If you feel like it, could you give me your opinion of the radiant heat stove tops if you use them? I know there are also induction heat stove tops but that looks like way more fanciness than I need or want. This stove will be used for basic cooking and baking and need I remind you that if necessary, I could cook on an open fire? 
Well, theoretically. I would rather not. 

By this time it was way after two and Jessie and I made our way to Kyoko, formerly Japanica! and had a very nice lunch. I got tempura tofu which was silky on the inside and crispy on the outside. And other delicious things, too. We are both extremely impressed with what they've done to the place. Here are two pictures taken from where I sat. 

Samurai Man! 

In real life, this cloud of silk cherry blossoms are far more ethereal and lovely than they appear in the photograph. Restful and soothing. 

By the time I got home, it was getting close to four so I got the sheets out of the dryer and made the bed up. I noted that I'd gotten an email that my Zepbound, the GLP-1 medication I was just prescribed and ordered, was to be delivered at any moment and almost as soon as I read that, the UPS guy pulled up in my yard and handed me a box with my first four vials in it, along with syringes and alcohol and gauze pads in it. 
I was thrilled and I was nervous. What the hell am I doing? And I thought about the first time I was prescribed antidepressants and how I felt the same way. A mixture of guilt and shame, hope, curiosity and determination to take care of myself. 
I put everything away, the vials in the refrigerator, the syringes on top of the kitchen hutch, watched the video, and decided that I would rather wait until tomorrow for no good reason. I was discussing all of this with Jessie via text and she said that if it was her, she'd just do it now. 
As Jessie is the boss of me (and who isn't?) I considered what she'd said and realized there was no reason not to draw up that clear liquid in the syringe, stick in my thigh, and push the plunger. 

So I did. 
It was the first time I've ever injected myself in my life. Now see- if I'd just used heroin, this would be no problem at all but no, I have not. I did think of Keith Richards as I sent the needle into my thigh. Once again, dear Keith has helped me in a difficult situation. 

And it is done and it was easy and we shall see (eventually) how this all works out. 

Meanwhile, in more important news, Bruce Springsteen has thoroughly pissed off Donald Trump who has responded in the most inane, insane, and childish way. 

He even said, "He's not a talented guy." And then proceeded to issue what appears to be a veiled threat to The Boss about how he better keep his mouth shut or see what happens when he comes back to this country. And because there is so little to say about Bruce Springsteen which is negative, he criticized Bruce's skin, calling him a "prune of a rocker." 

Oh, Donald. You may have awoken the Kracken. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon