Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

For those of you who were rightfully confused about the article on snakes in Florida which mentioned Lake Seminole, thinking that the location of Mr. Moon's cabin is in Georgia, let me explain- lakes do not observe the borders of states and thus, Lake Seminole is in both Florida and Georgia. And the location of the log cabin is indeed in Georgia. 

Here's what Wikipedia has to say about the lake.

 I should point out that snakes do not recognize state borders either. 

I should have been more clear. 

Anyway, today has been blahdeblahdedah. Know what I mean? I've been good for nothing, at least as applies to attitude. My first mistake was getting on the scale because Friday is the day I weigh and as I've said, weighing, even if only done once a week, gives me anxiety and brings out more emotions than any numbers on a scale should bring. I'd only lost half a pound and although I KNOW GOOD AND WELL that half a pound is fine, we're still headed in the right direction, slow is good, shut-up, Mary! and so forth, it was still a little discouraging. At least I'm not crying in my cottage cheese about how hard I've worked and with such puny results because I'm not working hard at all. I'm just eating what's good for me and a lot less of it because that's what I feel like. 
Sigh.

So I did the usual Friday stuff. I washed the sheets and I gave myself my weekly dose of Zepbound. I have to say that I am getting pretty good at filling up the syringe, jabbing it into my thigh, and pushing in the whatever-you-call it to dispense the medication into my personal body without any pain at all. This should not be a surprise, seeing as how I used to be a nurse but stabbing/jabbing someone else is not quite the same as doing it to myself. So there was that. 

To cheer myself up I did some retail therapy and ordered us something I've been wanting for awhile which is a very, very light muslin blanket for our bed to use as a bedspread. There are a list of reasons why I think that's going to be a good thing but no one needs to hear them. I hope the color of it is as pretty as the picture which is something like this.

I've never even heard of this company but what I'm paying for the blanket makes it a pretty risk-free situation. 

And then Glen and I went to Monticello to get our rug and have lunch. We ate at a place which was NOT the Mexican restaurant and it was okay. I had a salad, Glen had a shrimp po'boy and it looked good. I was being a bit of a shithead as to attitude (I told you) and it's all about Glen leaving and coming back and leaving again and coming back and...

Well. You know know. 
And also, of course the log cabin, the lake house, the dock that came with a house, which I still have so little interest in and which Mr. Moon is so thrilled to be working on, putting his own blood, sweat, and tears into it because he loves it and he is doing everything he can so that I will find it pleasing and a place I'd like to spend time in.

The higher me, the me that is the most loving and understanding version of myself understands his need to be doing this and knows that I love him because he is the man he is and that man does love what he loves and that he is proving to himself that he is still capable of working like this, making a dream come true while he still can. 

But the part of me which dwells among the bitchy, the selfish, the self-centered, the self-absorbed, does rise up and shout the sweet part of me down and force me to be less than engaged and loving. 

And you know, that's really not fair to me. I can be all of those things, the good and the less than good. And who among us cannot? 

But it's an issue. I won't lie. I doubt we're going to get divorced over it but we need to figure it out. 

We got the rug and somehow got it into the house, into the library because I want it in a climate-controlled situation. The thing weighs approximately three hundred pounds and of course the dolly is in Georgia. A garden cart was involved. 

After that, I swept the house. Every room except the library in fact. The vacuum cleaner is in Georgia too but that's not a big deal. I hate to vacuum with the burning heat of a thousand suns. 
Although I haven't done it in so long that perhaps I might not hate it as much now. Who knows?

And now, martini being sipped. Fish planned for supper. Clean sheets on bed. Cardinals on the feeder. The rain we had cooling things off at least a few degrees. 

Baby sea grape leaf after rain. 

It has grown so much this summer. It is a slow process but to me, infinitely worth the patience and care it has taken to grow it from seed.

I need to remember that. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 
Love...Ms. Moon