Adventures In Cabin Supply Shopping

When I got up this morning, the temperature had not even climbed above seventy degrees and the humidity was way less than it has been. This is almost unheard of in August here. And it's been cooler with lower humidity all day which is lovely, but it's also confusing. 
I don't know about you but I seem to have an internal calendar which works in response to temperature and air-feel and it's all out of whack today. I'm having fall-ish feelings instead of the feelings I generally have this time of year when the weather is the most hellish it gets all summer. I'm feeling like I should start looking for the first camellia blossoms and should definitely be getting the fall garden in and isn't it time for Glen to go hunting? 

Well, that part is true. He is leaving on Saturday to drive to Nashville where he's getting a plane to Canada to go hunt some animal and I think he'll be gone for about a week. This is all good except the timing is lousy because the pain in my side is, I am sure, a kidney stone and if it's one of the smaller ones making a play for escape via the ureter, true hell on earth could very well begin and if that does happen, a trip to the ER is absolutely required because, as I always point out, that is where they have the drugs. Also, of course, methods of blasting the stone if it gets stuck but that requires a procedure they do in a surgical unit so it's not going to happen immediately by any means. 
But the point is, if Glen is gone I'll have to call one of the children or all of the children to get a ride and invariably this sort of event always happens around 2 a.m. 

Shit. Why does this always seem to happen? I would say it's all psychosomatic but it's not. It just is not. My mind is not that powerful. 

Moving on. 
The man and I had a day date today. He had errands to run in town and I suggested that we go to the restaurant supply place to pick up some things we'll need in the kitchen at the cabin. We've been planning on doing this. And maybe get lunch? He said that would be great and also, he wanted me to go look at tile with him for the bathroom and perhaps a kitchen backsplash and perhaps a floor for the kitchen too. 
We really have no idea what we want and the only thing we know for sure is the color of the bathroom sink. Colors. 
I actually felt the tiniest bit pretty today, in an old lady way. It has been years since I have looked in a mirror except in the most necessary of circumstances but I am peeking more and more. I have not wanted to see either face or body which I know is incredibly sad but there you have it. I put on one of my favorite dresses which, although is quite loose now, is not absurdly too large, and also my great grandmother's baby natural pearls. 
And flip flops. But my best flip flops. 
It turned out that the world did not notice or care at all but that was okay. I knew I had made an effort. 

We started at the restaurant supply store and got a spatula, two knives, a knife sharpener, a salt and pepper shaker with snappy little lids like they have on the counter at diners, and probably some other stuff I don't remember. I know their knives are probably not the best but I have a knife that I bought there years ago and I use it all the time and it is a fine knife. It keeps an edge and I can sharpen it up if need be. I am picky about knives but I am not a snob about them. I am fairly certain I am not going to be a contestant on Top Chef anytime soon. Is that show still on? 

Then we went and had lunch at the place where I always get the ahi tuna salad which is so good that I have never once been tempted to get anything else. 
We stopped at Goodwill because it was between us and the tile place but I do believe I have used up every drop of my thrifting luck and karma in buying the Fiesta Ware so I found nothing I wanted at all. Glen bought a belt. 

On to the tile place. SO many tiles, so little idea what in hell we want. The woman who was trying to help us only annoyed me because we really did not know what we wanted so it wasn't like I could tell her what we were looking for. Even remotely. We finally made it clear, as gracefully as possible, that we really wanted to just look and gather ideas. And we did. And while we were doing that, we started talking about some border or trim tiles that I'd bought almost thirty years ago because I loved them and they were on cheap, cheap sale. We don't have many of them but...could they be used? They were definitely green, although were they greens that would go with the sink's greens? We took a few pictures of things we liked and decided to come home, check out the border tiles I'd stashed away, and see if we thought we could incorporate those into whatever we decide to go with. 

Hmmm...

The turtle tiles definitely go with the sink but we're not so sure about the wave tiles. I was afraid I would not still love them after all these years and my countless changes in attitudes. 
But I do. I love them. 

So, well, maybe. We don't really have enough to do much of a border, like, say, above the shower, but if we interspersed them with different tiles of the same width, we could make them do. 
We'll see. There were no huge disagreements as we shopped, no cross words were exchanged. I did point out, after he asked if he was going to get any say in this, that he was the one who bought a log cabin in which I had little say. 
He was not amused. I am not sure how long I'm going to be able to use that line but I'm going to keep using it whether it works or not. 

Because it IS true. 

And that's our life as it happened on a cool Tuesday in late August. It was a fine day date and when I came home I did indeed pick field peas. As you can see in the picture above. 

Oh! I must share this. When we were at Goodwill, I saw a Seminole jacket which had been craft-decorated with black sequins. When I say "Seminole" jacket, I don't mean a jacket like a person from the Seminole nation would wear, I mean a jacket like an FSU football fan would wear. 

For your viewing pleasure. 

It is so sad when crafting goes awry. And I should point out that the jacket was at Goodwill so someone had some taste. Or, at least sense. I don't know. I would sort of love to hear that story, though. Do you think someone's G-Maw stitched those sequins on the jacket to give as a gift to a proud FSU grandchild? And that as soon as the G-Maw was in the grave, the jacket went to Goodwill? Or did some woman do this on her own, thinking she'd be the belle of the game and then realizing that no, actually, people were looking away when she wore it and whispering behind their hands to each other? 

We'll never know. But someone did really try. And that's what matters. 
Bless their heart. 

Bless ours too. 

Love...Ms. Moon