My Boyfriend's Home And So Far, No Trouble

First salad greens of the fall and winter garden, 2025.

Well of course I was right and the trip to the lake house was a day-long affair. I will admit that we didn't get out of here until a little after 11:30 so it's not like we got an early start but we didn't get home until a little after five and thank goodness I took our lunch with us. 

On the way over we stopped in Quincy so Glen could get a gallon of diesel for the truck and when he went to restart the vehicle we were in, it only clicked but he did not seem disturbed. We used to have a car out on Dog Island that did the same thing and there was a special, dedicated pipe in the car to hit...something...under the hood with, although I've forgotten what it was. And this seemed to be the same situation except today he used a good heavy wrench. It took awhile for him to get it going again and in the time that he was working on it, a long-haired, grizzly older guy came over and stuck his head under the hood too. Now he had no idea that Glen is The Car Guy and I was so proud of Glen because instead of telling the guy he didn't need him, he stepped back and let him have at it, and then suddenly there was another guy and this is the south. 
Before too long, the engine did indeed catch which is good because I would have been sorely pissed if we'd had TWO dead vehicles. And Glen handled it just right- that man was SO determined that he needed to help my husband and Glen let him. It was a sort of mitzvah, I think. 

We got up to the cabin and the sheetrock was indeed all put up, very neatly, seams smoothed over, all ready to paint. Everything in the house was covered in dust though, and I wiped down the kitchen and the table and the counter but that's all I did. 
Glen went to work on the truck after we had some lunch and I worked on my patch some more and I have no doubt that the entire jacket will shred into threads before that patch goes anywhere. It's a damn good patch. 
Turns out that the parts Mr. Moon brought to fix the truck with were either not what needed replacing or were the wrong size or...wait. I think it needs a new battery. So, I didn't have to drive the Four Runner home myself and I was relieved about that because I was so tired. I couldn't really sleep before the man got home last night and had just fallen asleep when suddenly, there he was! And then there was the greeting and he took a shower and got in bed and was softly, softly snoring before long and I laid there and fretted about not being able to sleep and did my usual sleep-inducing mental exercises along with some slow breathing and I finally fell back into slumber until I woke up and had to pee and then couldn't get back to sleep after that for a long time. 
Very unusual for me. 
I am good, however, at lying perfectly still for long periods of time. This is probably a strategy to fool my body into thinking it's asleep. Or something. Maurice decided it was a family bed last night, now that Dad was home, and she was right there with me but she didn't bother me in the least. 

So I was tired and when Glen said that he'd have to bring a battery for the truck, next time he goes up, I was not sad at all because I really did not want to drive. The way up there is already growing a bit tedious for me. I know all the houses I like and I look at them again and the cotton fields and the tomato fields and the solar farm fields are cool the first time you see them but after that it's sort of the same-same. There's the house with the hole in the roof and the sort-of pink church, and the tidy yards and the junky yards and the pine trees and so on and so forth but honestly, it has lost whatever luster it may have had back in May or whenever we bought that place. 

I took zero pictures up there today. I just didn't feel moved. 

And now here we are at home and we're both tired. I know Glen must be. His day started yesterday early, early before dawn and didn't end until midnight. And he's got more to do tomorrow. 

I've been thinking on and off all day about a comment I got an email notice for from a post I wrote many years ago and the comment was absolutely the most angry comment I've ever gotten. So much vitriol. And I'm not going to identify either the post or the the comment. Although what was being discussed happened 13 years ago, I remember that day, the incident, the person I was writing about quite distinctly. And when I read the comment and went to the post itself and reread it, it seemed to me that I had told only a story which had happened that very day, about a conversation I'd had that very day, and it must have horribly triggered this commenter.
I wrote an answer to it, mostly saying I was so sorry I'd triggered this response with my words but that truly, things had happened just the way I wrote. But then, a few minutes later, I started thinking about it and the comment was so unhinged, so disturbing that I realized this person was not all right and nothing I could say would make any of it all right. So I deleted my comment. But I left theirs up. 

So that happened. I'm not upset, I'm actually sort of surprised this has never happened before. And mostly, I am worried and afraid for the person who wrote the comment because after all these years they are still so incredibly angry and I really do not believe they are angry with me. But my post was a convenient place to unload some of that anger and I am fine with that. 

And that's about it for today. Tomorrow is pottery, packing, making sure the house is ready for Mark, hopefully finishing my patch although no one in the entire world would be able to look at is as it is right now and think, "Yo. She should have finished that patch."

As always...
Love...Ms. Moon