Just Another Day In The Life

Here's Sleeping Beauty herself this morning, still tucked up after I was out of bed. Is it just me or does she look a little scary even so obviously cozy and sleepy? Perhaps you have to know her. She slept on my legs all night long which is fine although when she does that, I wake up with sweaty legs every time. 
That's a great image, isn't it? 
Just call me Old Sweaty Legs. 
I just made myself laugh.

It was cold as hell again this morning but it did warm up considerably. I mean, I wasn't wearing a muumuu and flip flops but I didn't feel the need for a heavy coat, either. I've been wearing my mother's ancient camel-colored cashmere coat that she probably bought in the fifties when we still lived in Chattanooga because she sure didn't need one in Roseland which is where we lived after Tennessee. And I have to tell you- that coat has no rips, no holes and the satin lining is still glorious.

The hand-stitched label is still firmly attached. I do believe I've posted a picture of that label before but I do love a good label. The coat weighs about forty pounds but it's warm. 

They used to make 'em to last, didn't they? 

I went to town and got my Publix shopping done quick-quick which is quite unusual. My brain was working fairly well today and I had made sure to have my list and and was very careful about checking it frequently so as not to have to return to the produce section when I was already in the cleaning products section which is all the way across the store. This happens far more than I am comfortable admitting but it did not today. As I mentioned the other day, they are moving everything around in this Publix and perhaps that's why I'm paying better attention- I have to in order to find what I'm looking for. And that is not a bad thing. I'm not fond of change but change in the grocery store cannot be compared to changes which truly affect my life. Plus, and I may have said this before, I love the new style of handles on the refrigerator and freezer cases. I have thought about them frequently since I first encountered them. Is this an indication that I need to get a life? 
Well, maybe. 
They're just sleeker and more slender, more friendly to the hand. Great design, Publix! 

I met up with Jessie to go to Costco and of course that was an adventure. As always.
Okay, okay. I DO need to get a life. But until I do, here's something that makes me quite happy.

We've been needing a new kitchen rug/mat for a long time now. The old one was about the opposite of non-skid and neither Glen nor I need to risk falls. And who could be morose, looking at those red cherries? 
DO NOT BE AFRAID OF COLOR, I am telling you. 
For a second, when I was picking out which of the four patterns Costco was offering these rugs in, I thought, "I should get something that goes with my kitchen," and then I laughed and laughed. 
What WOULDN'T go with my kitchen? 

We got to see Brenda and she is feeling much better than the last time I saw her. She gives the best hugs you can imagine. An embrace that leaves you feeling 94% (or more) better than you did before the hug. The sort of hug you can still feel hours later. 
You know what? I think hugs are one of the best things that humans can do for each other. I know there are people who do not like to either hug or be hugged and that is fine and I respect it but I am so glad I am not one of them. I hug my kids, I hug my grandkids (even Levon and August are becoming more comfortable with them), I hug my friends, I hug people whom I am not really officially friends with but for whom I feel a great fondness and who appear to me to need a hug. 
And I hug my husband. I swear, we must hug at least ten times a day, especially when the weather is chilly. Sometimes I feel like there is nothing on earth I need more or would rather do than hug and be hugged by him. 
No husband hugs today, though. He called me a little while ago to check in and tell me he's going to be eating turkey soup from the freezer for his supper. I have no memory of making turkey soup but it might be from the Thanksgiving turkey seeing as how I think that's the last turkey I cooked. 

I wanted to clear up some questions some of you had about Harvey, his whereabouts, and his property. The post I wrote about that a week ago can be found HERE.

In it I wrote about his being in jail at the moment and how I really do not have details but it seems as if he's possibly lost the thread here. If I had to live in the same circumstances as Harvey has for at least the twenty-two years I've lived in Lloyd, I'd probably be in jail too, if not dead. That is not hyperbole. 
If I ever do get more details from a reliable source, I'll share them. In the meantime, please know that I really have no idea if he was the owner of the property he lived on or if someone else owned it and was allowing him to stay there. Fifty years ago I probably would have gone to the jail to see and talk to him but I am not that person now. I know there are situations in which I have nothing to add and this is one of them. And besides that, if I have anxiety just meeting someone for lunch, I am not sure I could even begin to handle a visit to the Jefferson County jail. 

Pottery tomorrow so I'll be getting a poor night's sleep tonight. I swear- last night I woke up in the very early hours and my first thought was, "It's okay. I don't have to get up early this morning but tomorrow I will. Oh no!"
There really is something wrong with me. 
As if we didn't know.

Love...Ms. Moon