Rutting Season

The firespike out front is finally putting out its bloom. The hummingbirds have probably already given up waiting. As always- I need more sun for most of the plants I have in my yard but it is what it is. However, the plants will soon be full of their scarlet glory. The firespike is one plant that was here when we moved in that I do curse. It is not invasive but is very, very easy to propagate to plant where you want it which I discovered one year when I put some flowering stems in a vase and then forgot they were there until much later when I realized the leaves were still as green as ever and that there were even a few blooms. I checked and the entire vase was filled with roots which I stuck in the ground when it warmed up and they grew. 

I woke up sad this morning. I know it had to do with Mr. Moon being gone although I truly do not mind being by myself. I mostly love that. It was more just a feeling of being low on the priority list and I've struggled with this for years. It is a conundrum because I do enjoy being alone so much and really, I cannot have my cake and eat it too. I have joked for many years that I can't believe we got married at the end of October because that, my friends, is rutting season. For deer, that is. During rutting, the male deer throw caution to the winds and go about proudly thrusting their antlers at each other and showing off for the females which are in their estrus.

You know, like in high school when the guys drive around the McDonalds' parking lot in their souped up cars to impress the ladies. Of course, that goes on 365 days a year but otherwise, same-same. 

But we did get married during rutting season and I joke that it's quite appropriate we did although it's come back to bite me because it's hard to schedule an anniversary trip when the bucks are all out there, strutting and forgetting their usual caution. 

Do I ever get resentful? You bet. Does that do any good? Oh, hell no. He has absolutely no concept of me not understanding how this all works and you'd think by now I would. And I do. It's like I always say- I do not understand why he finds these things so important but he does and I need to understand THAT. 

And of course this works both ways. Believe it or not, I am far from perfect and not always easy to live with.

So back to this morning. Lily and I had talked about getting together today with her kids but it turned out that the boys were going to a birthday party for a neighbor later on in the afternoon and Maggie had a playdate with her best friend, Mary. So instead of going to Monticello or something like that, we just met at the Hilltop and had lunch. I was happy to see everyone. 
I was fretting beforehand about what in the world I'd get at the Hilltop that would be even vaguely healthy which is not really the basis for their menu. So what did I eat? Not much is the answer to that. But that wasn't the purpose of meeting up, not really. We ate outside and it wasn't horribly hot and the mosquitos and flies and yellow flies were nowhere to be seen and I got to catch up on what the kiddos had been doing the last few weeks. 
Going to school, mainly. 
Owen is very excited about getting his driver's license soon. His birthday is this month but he wasn't able to get his learner's permit until a little after his birthday and it has to be a year after that to be tested and licensed. I asked him if he was going to drive out to Lloyd to see us and he said that would be one of his first trips. I really can't imagine this. I remember one time when he was very young and he got mad at his mother and demanded that she bring him over here and when she refused, he said, "Well then, I'll just walk."
I have thought about that so many times. 
But now he won't have to walk. He'll be able to drive and I'm not sure my heart will be able to handle it. Here's what Owen looks like next to me now. 

Do you see why I feel like he's a giant? And of course Gibson is taller than I am and Maggie is not far behind. 

After lunch I drove to Monticello on my own and went to Wag the Dog and the vintage/antique store next to it and the only thing I found to buy in all of that was a very nice wire whisk. There was a rather lovely blue vase that I could easily have rationalized buying by taking it to the cabin and there was a set of cool martini glasses that would have also been a nice find for the cabin but I just wasn't in a buying mood, I guess. I probably should have bought them both. I may go back next week and see if they're still there. I've looked up both of those items on the all-knowing google and they're worth far more than Wag was asking. It's rare to find martini glasses in thrift stores at all for the obvious reason that when people drink martinis, they sometimes end up dropping their glass. Especially if it's their second martini. 

I cannot say this has not happened here. 

Sigh. 

So. Have you ever heard of lovebugs? For those of you who have not, they are a type of insect which you almost always see tail-to-tail with another of the same species but of the opposite sex and yes, they are mating. They are tail-to-tail when they fly and when they hang out on your car, which these were doing when I was parked at the Hilltop. 

I have noticed a decline in their numbers the last few years but this year it would appear that they are back in full force. 

These two are either trying to make their connection or break it. I do not know which. They are a damn nuisance as they are attracted to cars and can clog up radiators and completely ruin a paint job. 

So- another fun part of living in Florida. You get to witness bugs fucking every September. Their rutting season only lasts a short while but it is an annoying short while. 
Fun note: the lovebugs can and do stay attached for not just hours but sometimes days as they fly about and eat. 
To give them credit- they do not carry diseases, bite, or damage plants. Just cars.

Does it look like Maurice has been stabbed by my pruners? She has not. She herself chose to lie on them for a nap and an afternoon hang. 

Thanks for coming along on my self-analyzing, lunch-having, thrift store shopping, lovebug lecture this evening. 

Guess I'll try to go figure out something I want to eat. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Can't Wait To Go To Bed

Truthfully, it's been some time since I hung laundry on the line. For one thing, one of the lines is snapped and Mr. Moon hasn't fixed it but mostly it's been so hot and the bugs have been so bad that I've just been a lazy ass and thrown things in the dryer which is pretty ironic, when you think about it. 
Actually, it's really ironic. And stupid. I admit it.
But today is sheets day, as you know, and I thought about not bothering because it's just been me sleeping in the bed and I always take a shower before I get under the sheets and Maurice hasn't even been sleeping with me (that bitch) and so really- how badly did they need washing? But then I thought about how nice it would be to crawl into line-dried sheets tonight and it wasn't that hot and I really do love hanging laundry outside so I ran a load of whites and pinned everything up, or as I guess the English say- pegged everything up? Whatever you call it, I enjoyed it and also enjoyed bringing everything in, folded as I took it off the line and put it all neatly in the basket. 

Everything is sorted and ready to go in its proper place with its mates and it's silly how much I enjoy that and how much it satisfies me. 

And Maurice did come outside to watch me as I went about my business although she had her eyes closed most of the time. 

She and I are getting along well but as I said, she has not deigned to share my bed which is pretty much all I ask from her, especially when her dad human is gone. I hold up my end of the bargain with twice a day treats (wet food in the morning, Temptations in the late afternoon) but she pretends she hasn't got the slightest memory of that contract we signed. 
As I said, what a bitch. 

I went to town just for a little adventure and to shop for things we might need at the cabin should Glen ever come home and resume that project. I did find a nice tablecloth and napkins but the only other thing I found of interest was a sort of kimono robe to be worn over clothing. I think it is lovely. 

Or hell, it could be that it is meant to be an at-home garment. I don't care. I couldn't leave it behind for what they were asking for it which was less than what a fancy coffee would cost. Or even a semi-fancy coffee. I wonder if I'll ever wear it? The trim is one of my favorite colors. 

So that was my big excitement for the day. That and I got to see Lily at the Publix liquor store while she was at work when I picked up a few things at the grocery store. And yes, the liquor store. 

Okay- here's a pathetic story. 
Glen got us new credit cards which will pay us a percentage of cash back or something like that for everything we buy. Which is great. They came yesterday and I got mine confirmed and to my great excitement, I realized it had a chip in it. The kind of chip you can use without inserting it into the machine. Whoo-hoo! And you know what? I had no idea how to use that thing. Supposedly you "tap"? Tap what? Tap where? So, I asked Lily to show me and she did and it turns out you don't actually tap, the chip has to be held so the machine can read it and now I know where to place the chip for it to be read. I suppose I should have been embarrassed to have to ask her but I wasn't. As the story goes, I taught her how to use the potty so we're even. 
Boy oh boy, I'm just getting smarter by the day. 
That's a lie. 

Jessie reports that Levon pulled one of his teeth and now he looks like this.

Those boys are as good as dentists when it comes to ripping their teeth out. He is a fierce child, is he not? 

A few pictures from the back yard. 

This is what the cone of the magnolia grande flora looks like. The seeds are amazing. 

They're so hard I think you could make jewelry of them if you could figure out how to get a needle through them to string. And the cone, at that stage, is soft and velvety. 

And guess what? 

The annual surprise appearance of the hurricane lilies. I have been thinking about them but I have to admit I was a bit surprised to come across these. Many more will follow and their otherworldly blossoms will come and go so quickly. Gotta appreciate them while we can. 

And one last one. 

The flower of the Turk's Cap Ellen sent me. There are several more blooms coming along. These are tiny compared to the ones I grew up with and I wonder if this variety is just different? Less than three months ago this plant was sent from Texas, roots exposed, kept damp and well-wrapped. WELL wrapped. I stuck it in a pot and watered it and here we are. She sent me two other related sprouts and those, too, are growing nicely. 

So that's the news. I have made my own martini and it is fine. I will be glad to have Mr. Moon back next Friday to make them and to kiss as we toast each other.

Until then, I am quite content with my own. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Ms. Moon

It's Like Groundhog Day, Except With Endlessly Unspooling New Evils

Another day cool enough for a walk. It's amazing the difference in my ability to enjoy a walk depending on temperature and humidity. I guess that would be a big "Thanks, Captain Obvious!" 

Even after living here for so long, the way the oak tree limbs look against the sky still thrill me. It's hard to imagine a time when I would be so jaded that I don't still feel this way or that I'm so used to them I don't see them anymore. I hope I never do. There are certain places on my walks that I feel as if I should take a picture every time I pass them, just for that sky-scene, stitched across with branches. 

I am keeping track of this house which is being overgrown so fast with grapevines and other plants that I fear it's going to disappear before summer's end.

It's so empty and alone now. There is one fern hanging from the porch which goes to show how relatively recently it was inhabited. I think the house still has good bones and is not yet beyond renovation but I have a very sad feeling that's not going to happen. I wish I knew more about its history. As you can see, it has a giant oak in the front yard. 

Today has been slow and fairly lazy. I did a little tidying and I changed up the bark cloth I use as a curtain in our bedroom window because the one I was using was such a deep green that it didn't allow enough light into the room to suit me. I loved that piece I was using. It was heavy and dramatic but the new one is nice too. We didn't use to have anything in that window but a lace curtain but then the next door neighbors cleared out that side of their yard so that we were visible from their property. Pissed me off but it's their yard, their decision. They seem to be more interested in taming the Jungle of Lloyd than we are and keep things cut down, cut back, and mowed. They have a much smaller lot than ours so it is easier. Plus, they are younger. And their place does look tidy and neat which you certainly cannot say about ours. 

I also tried to figure out where to put my Holly Braffet painting. I tried to somehow fit it into this collection of things I love hanging on the wall in the hallway. 

These are mostly things done by my children and I tried moving them around and I put Holly's painting here and there but the problem was that it got lost. Of course. 
No. No, no, no. 
So I put everything back, mostly where everything had been before but I did clean up and dust the pictures and it does look better now. 
I went on and did a few other things and then I decided to take it to our room and see what it looked like right beside my bed because that is where I'd really been imagining it, although hardly anyone else but me would see it and it wouldn't go with a damn thing but it would be the last thing I saw at night when I got into bed and would bring me great pleasure with its presence there. 

And so for now, that's where it is. 

Does it clash with the bark cloth I have on both window and bedside miniature dresser where Monkey Mama and Baby sit? 
Ummm...
Probably. 
Do I care? 
Not at all. 
I am not an interior designer. I do not pretend to be. I am also not Martha Stewart. Nor am I a Bohemian artistic type. I am just someone who finds great joy in surrounding herself with the things she loves. Anyone with a major OCD outlook would pass out, seeing what I have here. Also, anyone with an allergy to mold and mildew but that's another story. 
I do believe that as we make improvements to our house, I will be getting rid of a lot of things I've had hanging up for many years. I am craving a bit more simplicity but I'm not at the point yet where I'm ready to truly start taking things down. 
Almost though. 
Almost.

But if I am following Marie Kondo's advice about only keeping things that spark joy, it's going to be hard. And that painting right beside the pillow where I lay my head sparks a whole lot of joy.

Okay. Let's talk about tofu some more. I ate my leftover tofu for supper last night and I decided that boiling it before I airfried it had indeed given it a very nice texture. 

And the garlicky soy and sesame sauce that the recipe included really was pretty perfect. 
I'm going to make sweet and sour tofu again tonight and I do realize that eating too much tofu is not necessarily a good thing. That said, if tofu is what ends up killing me, I'll be astonished. 

I'm not boiling it tonight, just pressing it and that will be good too. 

I was going to say a few words about RFK, Jr. being skewered and grilled over a hot fire by Senators today but just now I've seen that the Department of Justice (what a misnomer that is these days) is attempting, on behalf of Trump, to justify the firing of Federal Reserve Governor, Lisa Cook due to mortgage fraud. 

I can't. I just cannot tonight. It's all way too fucking much for me to take in at this moment. 

In the spirit of Scarlett O'Hara, I am aware that tomorrow is another day at which time I shall possibly think about it all.

Love...Ms. Moon

Women Speaking Can Change The World

I really wish I had taken a picture of my flower bowl today. Not because I think it's particularly awesome in any way but because I persevered. I took the knowledge I'd acquired from my mistakes last week and I watched the video as I went, and I was slow and careful. I did fuck up one thing entirely but I figured out a work-around and it wasn't a structural issue so that's good. Next week I'll finish a few more things on it and then put it on the shelf to be fired and start something new. After the first firing, I'll be able to glaze it and what I don't now about glaze and glazing would fill a grain silo. This is mostly because I've made so little which even deserved to be glazed. 
But, on we go. 
Class was different today. We have two new ladies in the class and they are the exact opposite of what I've been like with the teacher. I have a very hard time asking for help or asking questions because I'm just weird like that. But these ladies? 
Oh god no. 
They wanted a demonstration on each and every step of the process for the projects they were working on. Our poor teacher. I would not have blamed her for losing her shit. But she was quite patient and answered every question, showed them every technique they wanted to know. Sometimes she had to get their attention as she was demonstrating something because they were talking to each other. It was, in fact, a very, very chatty class. Well, just those two ladies mostly. 
But hey! They are learning and they are all the better for wanting detailed explanations and getting them. 

I had a small political outburst in class myself. I was pretty darn sure that all the folks in the class were definitely not of the MAGA crowd and they jumped right in and agreed with what I'd said but our teacher did gently remind us (me) that class is a politics-free zone because we just do not need to be reminded of the things going on while we are in the studio. 

More about the things going on in a minute. 

After class, Jessie and I met Lily and Lauren at Sahara, the Mediterranean restaurant we love.

God, I love their food. As always, I got the vegetarian platter which comes with falafel, spanakopita, dolmades, Greek salad, hummus, and pita. 
Stand back! I need room to eat! 
Actually, I brought home more than I ate, I think, but that's good. More leftovers, more meals. 

And we talked. We talked and we talked. And we laughed. 
I have to tell you for the one thousandth time that Lily is one of the top funniest people in the world. Part of it is that she'll just say what she's thinking and what she's thinking is generally hysterical. Lauren is far quieter than most of us in the family, but when she speaks, it's worth listening to. For sure. And she makes Lily so happy. 
Damn. I love my kids and the people they love. 

So then. Have you heard that Florida is ending the vaccine mandate for children? Yes! Let us be the first! 
Holy shit. How death-wishy are we? And for our children! 
Our "surgeon general" was appointed by Ron De Santis, one of Trump's cruelest sycophants. He was appointed during Covid at which time he played down the need for masks and vaccines when they became available saying that "growing skepticism of vaccines were reflections of God's light against the darkness of tyranny and oppression." That quote comes from THIS ARTICLE. 

The name of this doctor is Joseph Ladapo. In the press conference he and De Santis gave today he said that vaccine mandates were like "slavery." And also that every state mandate on vaccines will be repealed and this will grant the blessing of God. 

Right. Just what we need. 
So. Here's Florida, boldly leading the nation once again into the dark ages where no one needs to know the cause of plague or how to prevent it or treat it, because god gives such trials to us to bring us closer to him and we must pray, pray, pray. Get on your knees, oh thee of many pustules! 
Oh, and Florida has already mandated that Fluoride must be removed from drinking water. Have you ever seen a kid with black stumps instead of teeth? I have. And here we go again. 
Polio? Welcome back! Measles, mumps, and rubella? 
Hello darkness my old friend! 
And so forth. 

RFK, the brain-worm boy, is working on doing the same at the national level while De Santis and Ladapo have Florida taken care of. 
Praise the Lord and pass the tiny coffin! 
This is not funny and I probably should not be joking but I'm not joking. I'm just telling it like it is and like it's going to be. 

Meanwhile, lawmakers met with victims of Jeffrey Epstein and Guislaine Maxwell on Capitol Hill, to hear some of their stories. Not stories, truth. Finally, finally, the victims are able to speak out and speak up about the horrors they were forced to endure as children and they are being listened to. They are being heard. You want to know who's on the "Epstein list?" Just ask these women who carry the eternal burden of their pain while the U.S. makes the release of all the files a political issue instead of a legal or moral issue. They know who's on this list and as one survivor said in a press conference today, "It goes all the way to the top."
And Trump is losing his mind as these women, braver and more courageous than most of us will ever, ever be are finally able to use their voices for justice. To be heard, to be seen, to be believed.

And so it goes in America, land of the free, home of the brave on September 3, 2025. 

And in Lloyd, Florida?

The marigolds are kicking ass. Finally, they seem to have figured out how to really bloom. 

It's peaceful here this evening. Very quiet and we're still getting a little respite from the heat. Summer will be back, there is no doubt. Hurricanes will most likely begin to form in the warm waters all around us. But for right this second, everything's okay here.
Glen says that they're not seeing any deer in Canada, that it's so warm up there that they are probably just bedding down and when they get hungry, all they have to do is dip their heads into the grass surrounding them. No need to actively walk around. 

I'm not upset. I really don't think he's that upset either. He's in another place, another world, with a different friend, having different experiences in the outdoors. 
Or so I tell myself. 

We keep on living. 
We keep on loving. 

Ms. Moon

A Beautiful Man, A Beautiful Painting. That's The Most Important Stuff

I got a text from Hank last night telling me that he was sorry and he didn't know if I'd heard but that Graham Greene died yesterday. 
I had not heard. 
I was grateful to Hank for being the one to tell me. It came easier that way. Hank is so protective of me. He knows me well. 

I have no real ties to the prolific and talented and beautiful actor, Graham Greene, but as Hank knew, I loved him. I loved him in that way you can love someone from afar who has brought so much richness to your life. Even if his name isn't familiar to you, you've probably seen him in one movie or TV series or another. His acting career has been long and busy. 
I first became aware of him by way of "Dances With Wolves."

I loved that movie inordinately. It has some serious flaws, especially viewed through the lens of today, but it also had some serious beauty, some excellent writing, some very fine acting. Kevin Costner played the lead and he did well, but it was Greene who was the star of the show in my opinion. I've loved him on "Northern Exposure" and on "Reservation Dogs." In fact, I've loved him in everything I've seen with him in it. I love the way his acting technique was always low-key. He let his eyes and his face show more emotion than his voice and he was a master of that, although he had a beautiful voice, too. 

He was born into the Oneida First Nation in Canada and he died in Ontario, if internet sources are to be believed. His death has prompted a large outpouring of testimonies to his character, his talent, his goodness. I like that. I like it a lot. I hate it when I think so highly of a person and find out that they're really a jerk. I don't think that is the case here at all. 

This all causes me to wonder- why in hell did Graham Greene die yesterday at the age of 73 when Donald Trump, whose death was being hailed as imminent because of his absence from the camera for five days or something like that, is alive and with no signs whatsoever that I could see, of a recent stroke or other associated health crisis. He was able to lie and brag and be his usual complete asshole self- an asshole like this world has never seen!- as well as he ever could. He may have been wearing a diaper and a catheter but his mouth was still flapping and lies were still pouring out and his toadies were still praising him like he was Jesus come again. 

I don't want to talk about it. 

A very good thing happened to me today. I got a piece of artwork in the mail. It came all the way from Hawaii and it's a painting done by an incredibly talented artist named Holly Braffet whose work I have come to know and love through the internet. If you'd like to see examples of her work, please go visit her HERE. She was doing a small online sale of some of her paintings and I jumped at the chance to buy one. 
This is quite unlike me but I will tell you that I want to support Holly and her work in any way that I can and I didn't think twice about buying this painting. 

When I went to the Post Office today, I knew it had arrived because when I checked the mail yesterday, I had a slip in my box, telling me I had a package. It was after noon, so there was no post mistress or post master to fetch it for me but I went back today and there it was. 

I was on my way to town to meet Jessie at Costco for us to do our shopping and I didn't want to open it quite yet and so I saved it for when we went out to lunch, after we'd ordered. I took my handy pocket knife out of my purse (my granddaddy always said that everyone should have a pocketknife and I have followed that advice my entire life) and carefully slit the tape and unwrapped the painting from its bubble wrap and I almost swooned. I love it more than I can say.

Jessie does too. 

Now I just have to figure out where to hang it. When I decided to buy it, I thought I might hang it in the cabin to give me something to love so much that it would give me reason to want to spend time there. But now I'm not sure I can let it get that far away from me. 
This may mean I have to rearrange my entire house but if that's the case- so be it. 
Thank you, Holly. You have made an old woman very happy. 

So. Not much more to talk about. I did boil my tofu last night and then I air-fried it and made the sesame/soy/garlic sauce to go over it and it was good. But I'm not exactly sure what the boiling did for it. But I didn't have to press it or freeze it so there is that. 

Yesterday evening I took some pictures of a golden orb weaver and her web being lit by the setting sun. 

Talk about the golden hour. 

And then, I realized that there was a web within the web. A tiny, almost microscopic spider had built her web using the orb weaver's anchor lines as support. 

And two more pictures. 

This is to illustrate why I can't just let the crocosmia have its way. 

Sigh. When I talk about "invasive" this is what I mean. 

I am ready to go to pottery tomorrow to have another go at the flower bowl with the things I learned what not to do from last week tucked into my pocket. I have made another template and watched the video yet one more time. I have hope. 

Mr. Moon appears to be doing well up in the wilds of Canada. May you be doing the same wherever you are. 

Love...Ms. Moon

Less Heat, More Joy

Well if this is September, bring it on, baby! Today was glorious. Little short of perfect, temperature and humidity-wise, at least. No clouds in the entire sky until just a few hours ago and they are the most innocent and delicate of clouds, like wispy bits of stretched cotton. 

But it was so nice this morning and I feel so much better that I decided to take a walk. I've been deathly afraid to do anything that might jolt that kidney stone into a bad place but it has become noticeably less present in the last few days so I risked it. And the walk made me so happy. I mean, I actually enjoyed it. 

First off, these are blooming again. 

I know. I know! I post pictures of these every year but every year they make me happy all over again. They make me especially happy because they are not growing on MY fence in MY yard because guess what? 
Yes. They are invasive. 

But I love the way they look like bright jewels on their green backgrounds, such perfect little red stars. 

I risked walking through poison ivy to take a few close-up pictures of the fally-down house. 

It has not yet fallen to flatness, but it is definitely laying down. It is weary. I will always wonder about this place with its wallpapered rooms and who lived there and what their lives were like. 

So obviously, I was much cheered today and that has made such a difference. I shelled peas, I played piano. I've looked at recipes for boiled tofu. Have you ever boiled your tofu? I've been reading about it and it seems like an interesting way to prepare it. Supposedly, boiling tofu in salt water actually draws out the moisture and has other magical properties but there seems to be great confusion as to exactly how this is done. The recipe I originally looked at today which inspired me to try this calls for the tofu to be boiled for twenty minutes in salt water. Or simmered. Other recipes say 5-10 minutes. Some say that anything over two minutes makes the tofu...something. I don't know. And some recipes call for not boiling it all, but merely pouring boiling water over it. 
To add to all of this, you can pat your boiled tofu dry, top it with some sauce, and eat it as is. OR, you can dry it off and fry it or bake it or however you like to make your tofu crispy. So I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with my tofu tonight but it will involve boiling because...what the heck? 
Live dangerously, right? 

God. I remember when I used to experiment with drugs. Now I experiment with tofu. I suppose this is a good thing. 

Mr. Moon seems to be fine and well. He made it to Canada and when he called me early this afternoon, they were packing up to head to "the cabin". Men just do love a cabin, don't they? 

I began rewatching "The Phoenician Scheme" while I was shelling peas. I said I wanted to rewatch it and I wasn't kidding. I am enjoying it as much or more the second time around. I'm catching things I missed, I'm admiring the performance of Benicio del Toro and Mia Threapleton even more the second time around. You know me- I hate to catch an actor acting but it's an entirely different ball game in a Wes Anderson movie. They all have that rather playful atmosphere which doesn't actually try to mimic real life. It represents a slightly different world, I think. A fairy-tale world, a fantastical world, a world where the sets and the costumes are as much a part of the mood and feel of the movie as the actors and script. In his best movies, they all come together to form a whole which doesn't try to be realistic in the understood definition of the word, but manages to offer a clear picture we can all understand of the world which Anderson has created and it is very, very human. 
I almost feel like it's Shakespearian. Stylized and dramatized and no one makes movies like he does. 

Well. Good god. Where did all that come from? I don't review movies. I have no idea what I'm talking about! It's just all my personal opinion. 

It's supposed to get down to 65 degrees tonight. DID YOU HEAR ME? That's 18.3333 Celsius! Unbelievable. There may be another walk in my future tomorrow. 

In an unrelated topic, I decided to try and figure out how old Maurice is, approximately, by doing some research on my blog. Here is the very first picture taken here of our satanic familiar, our perpetually unpredictable and anxious Maurice.

That was in 2014 and she looks like a teenager there. So she's at least eleven years old. She was already smart enough to know who to charm. She knew she had me by the second day she showed up. 
Okay. The first day. I fed her venison vegetable soup. Of course she was never leaving. 
And let me just say- Glen hasn't changed an iota. What the hell? 

Here's a picture of the Weatherfords at Santa Rosa beach, which they are just now leaving. 

Oh, sigh. 
I want to go to the beach now. 

Maybe soon. Maybe soon. 

Love...Ms. Moon