Warning: Profanity Ahead But It Was Completely Called For

This morning I was making pancakes and putting some frozen blueberries in them because SOMEBODY ate all the blueberries I'd picked from our bushes and Levon asked if he could have some of the frozen ones. I thought about it and said, "Why not?" But I told him he had to promise not to touch anything with his blueberry hands until he'd washed them. 
And he definitely did what I asked. 

Last night before the boys went to bed I broached the subject of always making pancakes for breakfast. Did I really need to? They insisted I did. But why? I moaned. "Because when we come here we have chicken and dumplings for supper and pancakes for breakfast."

When I got up this morning I suggested to Mr. Moon that he take the boys to the Waffle House instead of me making a full-on breakfast and he said he would but after a cup of coffee I changed my mind and fulfilled my MerMer role as prescribed by law. 

As I said, we'd been talking about going to the river but I suggested that Boppy get us a kiddie pool and we could set that up for the boys to swim in. I gave them a choice. We went over the pros of each plan and they decided the kiddie pool was the way to go. For one thing, if you suddenly need to go to the bathroom, at the river you have to use a porta-potty in the woods whereas here, they could just use the bathroom. I did point out though that the river had more things to look at and they could play in the sand and the water but no, they wanted a pool. 
And so at last we have a swimming pool. 

Boppy blew it up in the garage with his air thing and they carried it over to the shade between the generator and the pump house. He'd set a tarp down first and the pool was filled with good, cold, clean well water. The boys said it was freezing. I have no idea. I didn't even stick a toe in it. 

That's the only picture I took which was cropable which I had to do because it turns out that another plus for the kiddie pool is that you don't have to wear a bathing suit to swim in it. Or leap. Or jump. Or create tidal waves. 

It was all fun and games until I got bit by a yellow fly and the boys saw a few of them and being seasoned Florida boys, they know the pain and agony of yellow fly bites so out they jumped and ran to the house. Every summer I bitch about yellow flies. I hate their evil asses. Here's what they look like. 

I did not take that picture. If a yellow fly is on my own personal skin, I will not be taking time to get a picture of it. They are fast and very hard to kill because when you go to slap them, they jet forwards in flight so if you bring your hand directly down on them, as you would with a mosquito, they just take off and laugh at you and come back and get you again. They are almost preternaturally smart when it comes to landing on legs and feet rather than arms, making their immediate presence harder to see and your immediate response to destroy them harder to do. I was sitting right here on the porch the other night and one landed on my laptop screen as if to say, "HEY! We're back! Did ya' miss us?"

And then it proceeded to bite me on the leg. 
These motherfuckers can actually draw blood when they bite and like the mosquito, the females need blood to incubate their demon spawn. Unlike the mosquito, the yellow fly leaves a bite that is itchy and even painful for hours. Sometimes days. I used to react horribly to them, swelling like crazy around the bite sites and would have to take so much Benadryl that a nap was required. My reactions aren't that bad now but a bite I got this morning is still itching even though I have put Benadryl cream on it. 
And yes, scratched it until it's almost bled. 

So that's my yearly diatribe against the yellow fly. You will probably hear more about them as they seem to love being near the Wacissa and other waterways. Time to get out the DEET.

Jessie came and got her boys a few hours ago and we reported to her that they had been great. And they were! They were sweet and they did (almost) everything we asked and before they left the table they said, "May I be excused please?" 
Oh my. 
Last night they picked out two books for me to read. Old, old favorites. I swear to you, nothing in this world brings me more pleasure than than that. 
There were some moments during their visit that were so purely good I hope to never forget them. I hope they don't either but we all know how that works and that is the way it's supposed to work.

I'm not sure what I'm going to make for supper tonight and it's just about time to start that project. I am still completely astounded at how much my relationship to food and eating has changed and how suddenly that change occurred. Literally within hours of that first injection. You'd think that after all of the years I've had the same habits when it comes to food and the same constant thoughts about it, that it would be impossible within a few days or weeks for all of that to completely turn on a dime. To me, this is yet another example of how obesity and being overweight is a biological and neurological problem. How many times are people told that their eating habits need to be changed in order to lose weight?

Answer: Millions of times.
And as we all know, a habit can be powerfully hard to break. It can take months, years, sometimes a lifetime. 
And yet, here we are with this medication which just completely eliminates those habits (at least for me and for many others, too) which we were always shamed for having and not being able to change when with one dose of this peptide, that whole issue is non-existent? 
So was it just bad habits? 
I don't think so. 

So that's the story today. The feelings I have of fullness after just a small amount of food, the lack of cravings I have for food and the changes in which foods are the most appealing to me have lost a little bit of their novelty already. It's like, is this me? Why yes. It is. 

Still though, I am very aware of the changes and I doubt that will ever be different. 

I assure you though, that I will never change my opinion on yellow flies and that opinion is that they can fuck right off and go to hell. 

I would add, "Eat me, yellow flies!" but they already do and that has not worked out very well. 

Love...Ms. Moon