How's It Going? Pretty Good.

 

The chair is HERE!
As you can see, Mr. Moon is quite pleased with it and look how long it is! His feet do not hang over the edge. Well, not much anyway. It is a very large chair. 
Of course I had to try it out which made me feel like Edith Ann. Remember Edith Ann? She was a character from a bit Lily Tomlin used to do. 
Here's what I look like in the new chair. 

Absurd. My feet don't come anywhere near the floor when it's in the upright position. 
Oh well. It's not my chair. He did offer to let me use it again if I ever break any more ribs. I thanked him but told him I don't plan on that happening. Then again, that is not the sort of thing one plans on, is it? 

Gawd. I feel so boring this evening. I worked outside again today, this time on the bed beside the kitchen porch where I've got herbs planted along with a lot of other things. I cleared more border grass and had planned to plant zinnias in part of the cleared area but discovered that I only had about eight zinnia seeds leftover from when I planted the rest in the garden. I could have gone to the GDDG to get more but was too lazy. 
And tired. 
So I planted the eight seeds and also some more Thai basil seeds. I watered it all in and now we shall see what happens. 
If anything. 
I cleared the border grass from around the damn stupid sago palm and found two more baby plants that had sprouted. To the burn pile they went! The sago got me back by slicing a nice two inches or so of my arm where the skin is so thin now as to be about as protective as Kleenex. But not quite. 
So I bled of course and I learned something today which is that I do not like the sight of my blood pooling up either on dirt or overalls. I do not like that at all. So I came in, washed it all up and slapped a big honkin' bandaid on it. 
Problem solved. 

See the murder plant there in the left foreground? I trimmed it within an inch of its life a few months ago but unfortunately, it has new growth coming out under all that mess at the top. 

I sort of feel as if all of my effort today was a big waste of time but I have discovered that the gardenia bush I planted in there years ago may bloom for the first time this year. It was a mere twig when I planted it and it has taken its own sweet time in producing buds.

See the tender little thing? 
Come on, baby! You can do this! 
There are several other baby buds lurking in their own green leaf hiding places. 
I do love the scent of a gardenia. Rather magical, I think. Different than the beautiful scents of the magnolia and tea olive, but perfect in its own gardenia way. 

So speaking of Mr. Moon (which I frequently am), I believe he is determined to kill me. 

He decided to do some yard work himself today and that involved him using his branch-trimming device on limbs that stretch over the garden in order to get more sun on it. Now this picture does not show the entire story. That ladder was set up in the bed of his truck in order to get more height. 
This man should not be climbing ladders anywhere, ever, at this point in his life. 
"Please don't do that," I told him. 
"Don't worry. It's not a power tool," he told me. 
And that would make a difference how? 
I just watched him for a moment, said, "This is not a good idea," and walked back to the house. 

He lived. 

He also started the burn pile (the really huge one of the two we have) which caused the fire department to stop by and tell him that we're on a burn ban due to the drought. I didn't even see them! 
"Did they yell at you?" I asked. 
"Nah. They just told me to keep an eye on it."

Jefferson County, Florida where they trust a man to know how to control his burn pile. 

Sigh.

Life in Lloyd. So I guess it's been an exciting day and a rather unexciting day at the same time. Depends on your definition of both of those words. 

I did actually start doing a little glaze painting on the leaf platter I made in pottery some weeks ago but it looks like shit. So that wasn't very thrilling. 

There is plenty more yard work to be done around here of course, and I am not opposed to doing more of it tomorrow. In fact, I would like that very much. I did discover a few days ago, however, that there is an entire forest of the special Lloyd black, rather oily dust (I blame the train that goes by every day in our back yard and which has been going by for about 170 years) behind the dresser in my bathroom. It is coating the dresser and the wall. I should be ashamed to admit this but I am not. I have never once pretended to be much of a housecleaner. I am a housekeeper in my own way but cleaning? Not so much. The amount of dust is almost thrilling and I am sort of excited at the prospect of tackling it. Do you know that feeling? Like, I'll be doing something that truly makes a difference. It's disgusting and quite interesting at the same time. While I'm at it, I probably should take out all the rugs and give the floor a good sweeping which I do not mind doing at all but really, I should also mop and for whatever reason, mopping is not on my list of even vaguely enjoyable activities. The kitchen floor reached the point of desperately needing mopping about a month ago so there's that too. 
I need and would hire a cleaner but after my last experience with that situation, I have just not been motivated. It's easier to (not) do it myself. 

Here's today's attempt to learn more about how to use the camera on my new phone. 

I should probably start trying out different functions but I'm a little obsessed now. Eventually, I will watch some videos on how to use the camera so as to utilize more of its abilities. 

Hey! Did you hear that the Strait of Hormuz will never, ever, EVER again be shut down? It's true! Trump said it! 
Oh. 
Wait. 
It's shut down again. 
Get this asshole the fuck out of here along with the all of the horses on whose backs he rode in on. 

I'm going to go use some leftovers to make what I am certain will become more leftovers. It is, as I have said, my superpower.

We all need one, you know.

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. 

This is one of my very most favorite songs in the entire world, especially sung by Ibrahim Ferrer. I was introduced to it on the album "Buena Vista Social Club" which Ry Cooder produced and which, in my opinion, is a masterpiece of almost-lost music made by Cuban musicians who deserve to be known to the entire world, many of whom have now gone on to that great group of musicians in the sky from throughout history who greeted them with open arms and open hearts and the music began again but now even sweeter with their presence. 
Close your eyes and just take it in.

Or not.