A Working Saturday In Which We Get A Little Rain

 

Well, Mr. Moon jumped right back into work here. Today he made very straight rows for me to plant my seeds in. It was a lot of work and he made far more rows than I intend on planting in and there are also the large canvas growing bags ready for seeds. I think I may plant my lettuces in those this year. They never do really well in my garden but perhaps being off the ground will provide a more favorable environment for them. I always get the packets of mixed lettuces and I like those. The bigger the variety, the better. I start picking them when they're young and small, tender and sweet.

I spent some time out there too, mostly weeding. I am neurotic about weeding. I don't want to put my seeds in the ground until the whole garden is at least momentarily weed-free. Glen pulled any weeds that were in the way of his rows but there are plenty more. I didn't get all of them but I got a lot. I started planting a short row of mustard greens when, AMAZING GRACE! it began to rain. At first, just a few drops, and I continued to pat my seeds into the dirt but then it got heavier and I was gumming up the seeds so I stopped at that one row. I know I said yesterday (was it yesterday?) that when it did rain next, it would be glorious and I thought about that today. It wasn't exactly glorious, but we got enough to green up things for a day or two. It was an unexpected blessing for sure. And tomorrow I will plant. 

I hope. 

While I was in the garden, I kept seeing tiny baby anoles. It must be lizard-birthing season because I've also seen the smallest of geckos. Getting a picture of an anole is tricky business. Especially the babies. First of all, they're hard to spot as they blend in with whatever leaf or stem they're perching on. Secondly, when I'm gardening, I keep my phone in a zip lock bag tucked into a zippered pocket in my overalls to keep dirt out of the charging port. So to take a picture I have to wipe my hands off the best I can, fish out the phone-in-a-bag, unbag it, and then go through the process of aiming and shooting and trying like hell to get any sort of focus. And generally, the sun is blasting down so I can't exactly see what I'm shooting but when it works, it makes me happy. 

That's the same anole in both pictures. Isn't it the cutest thing? The whole critter including tail is about the same length as the distance between the tip of my little finger down to the second knuckle. 

I did some container gardening too. I wanted to plant my new succulent and repot the little succulent bud I stole from a huge outdoor planter of them in Monticello. This of course involved moving a begonia from the planter I wanted to use for the succulents and I did that and then put my new babies in it.

I have never, ever, ever been successful at growing succulents although many people say they are the easiest of all plants to grow. I hope to keep these alive. 

Okay. Here's an interesting Zepbound story. 
Yesterday I increased the dosage I take weekly (with my doctor's approval) because lately I've been hearing that food noise again, not getting full as easily, feeling like a nice piece of cake would really do the trick and so forth. 
Now. None of those things are sinful and eating cake and eating until you're full is absolutely fine. Although for people like me, there really is no "full." I've always said I could eat as much as my 6'9" husband and that's the damn truth. Obviously, my body does not need that much food. I am 5'4". So, dosage increased. 
And today I feel much more in control of what I'm putting in my mouth which is such a relief. Not being obsessed with what I should eat next is more of a miracle than I can say. So. Good. 
But here's the funny thing- for the past few years I have been biting my tongue in my sleep. Really biting it. Blood on my pillowcase had become a regular thing. And waking up from a sound sleep with that sort of sudden pain is horrible and it's not something you get used to. So yes, I used a mouth guard most nights and I hated it and sometimes I managed to bite my tongue even with it in. 
A few months after I started the Zepbound, I realized I had not bitten my tongue once in quite awhile. And that has been the case the entire time I've been on it until last week at about the same time the food noise came back to torment me. I've bitten my tongue at least three times since then. 
And last night after I'd given myself the increased dosage injection? 
I did not bite my tongue. 
Listen- correlation is not proof of causation. At all. But I do find it interesting. 

And speaking of food and so forth, I'm about to make some venison spaghetti. I must feed that hard-working man. And myself. 

May none of us bite our tongues tonight. 
Now if only Zepbound could do something about the dreams I have. Sadly, that might be asking a little too much. 

Love...Ms. Moon