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Jessie went to an Open Studio session at the pottery studio today. Open Studio is when you can go in and work on your stuff that you've begun in class. Well, I suppose you could begin something new in Open Studio too but the point here is, she went and found my flower bowl which did indeed survive the firing and I am very happy with it. 

Now if I can just not screw it up in the glazing process. I think I might even make another one of these bowls, but with different petal shapes. We shall see. 

I didn't go into town today. Instead I tried out my new walking shoes and they seem to be fine. I wonder how many pairs of Saucony running and walking shoes I've gone through in my life. I got my first pair around 1979 back when I first started running. I've always liked that brand because they seem to have a narrower heel and I guess I have a narrow heel too. They never rub and give the back of my heel a blister which most shoes have always done to me. This is probably why I love flip-flops. Clogs, too, suit me well. The walk was no longer than the ones I've been taking but I was more serious about it today. I did not dilly-dally. This was not a stroll. And it was fine. I didn't even bother with turning around halfway and doubling back to go walk through "downtown" Lloyd, but simply walked the sidewalk past Harvey's and to the county line and came back. I saw Harvey, sitting in the doorway to his junked trailer and he gave me a very condensed version of his usual wave. I waved back. He was the only person I saw. When I passed him coming home, I saw a small dog, a sort of Chihuahua looking thing with a curled tail sniffing around his yard. I wonder if it's his dog. 

Mr. Moon got home a little while ago, just in time for martinis. He's exhausted. He got a lot done this week, mostly insulating where sheet rock is going to go up. 

This is in our room. 

I am happy at the prospect of having some rooms there which are not all walled with logs. I cannot seem to get over the feeling of being in a Lincoln Log house which seemed a fine idea when I was a child and romanticizing the lives of the pioneers. 
Now? Not so much. 
But I am proud of him for doing this work, for not being afraid to take it on, for almost singlehandedly making his dream come true. 

I'm tired too. The walk, I guess, wore me out a little. I picked more peas this afternoon and then I blanched and bagged all the peas we'd shelled already. I have a small pot full of some of them simmering right now for our supper with an onion, a little olive oil, some Tamari, a dash or two of Liquid Smoke, and salt. There's some leftover rice in the refrigerator I'll throw in with them and that will be good. Here in the south, it's almost a sacrilege to cook peas or beans without some sort of pork, a bit of ham or a few slices of bacon, maybe some sausage. It does add flavor and fat, but the Tamari, or soy sauce and the Liquid Smoke along with a little bit of some sort of oil work quite well to create a similar taste and texture. And honestly, they are good on their own with nothing but salt and pepper. 

Of course clean sheets are on the bed, and martinis have already been mentioned. I am not going to comment on anything political this evening. As I said in a response to a comment on yesterday's post, I wish I had the willpower to quit trying to keep up with the news. This constant slowing down to gawk at the fifty car pile-up on the highway is doing no one any good. Especially me. 
But I seem to need to do it. I remember when Biden was president and for four years it was such a joy to not feel as if I absolutely had to check the news to see what horror had evolved overnight. 
And also to see if the Extra Krispy Golden Brown One in the White House was still alive. I could simply assume the adults had it all under control. 

I wonder if I'll ever feel that way again. 

That's enough of that. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon