Can't Title This

Since you've seen everything in my yard and most of the things in my house and a lot of the things in head, I thought I'd post a few more pictures from our trip. The one you see above is a picture of kudzu. 

Go to the link if you want more in-depth information and pictures. Basically, though, kudzu is the mother of all invasive plants. It was imported to the US from Japan and China and planted all over the southeast of the US in the thirties to fifties as a means of erosion prevention but it wasn't long before its obvious propensity for spreading soon lead to it being called "the vine that ate the south." 
That is no shit. 

It is, in fact, a nightmare. It chokes everything it grows on, eventually killing everything in its path. It can grow up to a foot a day. There are uncountable acres of land covered in the stuff and the only way to get rid of it in such large areas is to cut it and herbicide it. 
Goats are good at helping get rid of small patches of it but there ain't enough goats in the southern United States to tackle it all. 

And I think I have problems with invasive plants in my yard. 

I should have posted this one yesterday when I was talking about how August shows and receives love in his very own way. 

That was taken at the restaurant with flowers and herb gardens. I love how August is standing so straight and tall. He is so precious. 

And here's one of his brother who is pretty precious too.

Levon is a very funny guy. One minute he's relating a basketball game he was playing in and saying things like, "I was dominating, honestly," like he's an NBA veteran of at least three years, and the next minute, he's hugging all the stuffies that came with the house and who live in the kid bedroom before he left the house on Wednesday to go to camp. And freaking out because he could not find Ray-Ray, a crocheted sting ray that his mama bought him from a lady at a farmer's market. 
(Ray-Ray was found eventually.) 

I guess that's enough pictures for today. 
Oh wait. One more. 

This is the meal I got at the restaurant in Athens where we always go. South Kitchen and Bar. That rectangle of fried heaven there? 
Tofu. 
This is so funny because it is the perfect demonstration of how southerners will absolutely deep fry almost anything, and also, that deep frying almost anything will make it delicious. And I already like tofu! 
I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed that meal. I will remember it forever. And actually, it made two meals. I wish I had that same dinner tonight.

So today was a re-entry day for sure. I read about the starving children in Gaza soon after I got up and realized that although I had been keeping up with the news in a lazy way, I had lost my ability to tuck things away where they could not hurt as much during that week of vacation. My soul hurt. And then, although I was glad to be home, all around me I could see the peeling plaster, the wood that needs replacing, the dust on the furniture, the plants that needed to be watered, the sinks and showers that needed to be cleaned. And so forth. 
That filter had disappeared too. The one that is always in place so that I can go about my days without falling into complete despair over my Miss Havisham-like situation. 

Oh, it's not that bad yet. But still.

I got to it, though, washing the sheets, doing other laundry, taking out compost, making a grocery list, watering the porch plants, re-making the bed, folding and hanging the dry things, doing some pretend dusting, sweeping, and, again... so forth. 

Mr. Moon already had a fishing trip planned, as he does. He left out this afternoon, heading to the coast with buddies to fish out in the Gulf. Of Mexico. I hope the weather doesn't interfere with their plans. We need to stock up on more delicious grouper and snapper. I went to Costco and Publix. I bought cottage cheese and fruit and salad greens and tofu and canned beans and other things and by the time I got home, it was 4:30 and the man had already left with his pillow, his fishing gear, and his snacks for tomorrow. 

It is strange to be alone after a week of living in a house with five other people. I mean, I like it. I need the peace and the quiet and the solitude. Costco and Publix almost did me in with the lights and the people and the colors and the choices. Too much, too much. 
So that's all good. But like I said, it is an adjustment, albeit a small one. I am used to this. 

We got more rain today which brought the temperature down a little but the forecast for the next three days looks brutal in terms of heat. The air conditioner runs constantly. 

But as with being alone, I am used to this. 

And oh- I see that Ghislaine Maxwell, who is currently incarcerated in the federal women's prison in Tallahassee, has spent the past two days being interviewed by the Department of Justice, specifically Todd Blanche. In case you don't know, Todd Blanche, the second in command at DOJ, was Trump's defense lawyer in the 2024 criminal trial. Wonder how he got the gig. 

I'm thinking that Ghislaine, whose own lawyer was with her during the questioning, will happily proclaim the orange pedophile/serial woman abuser/serial adulterer/pussy-grabbing piece of the lowest form of human life, innocent of any nasty business during his years of being the best bro of the man Ghislaine procured young girls for. And then, I am thinking, she will get a pardon from the mushroom-shaped penis man, leaving the yoga and etiquette classes she has been teaching at the prison without a teacher. 
Where, oh where, will they find another proper English noblewoman to take over? 

Is that too much? 

Yeah. I think so too. 

Happy Friday,  y'all! 

Love...Ms. Moon