Thursday Leftovers, Tidbits and Tapas

I hate not having a camera. I hate it. But I can't say a thing about it right now because Mr. Moon is about THIS far away from saying, "You want a new camera? Go get a job and buy one."
Seriously.
Land taxes are coming up. Blah, blah, blah.
Of course it's not blah, blah, blah to him. It's very, very real.
But honestly- do you KNOW how awkward it is to take the MacBook out to the dripping ferns and try to get a shot of the new sasanqua? The dew gets on the MacBook and before you know it, I'll need a new one of those, too (and I'll have to sell something and I'm too old to sell my ass and most of my stuff comes from Goodwill so how much can that shit fetch on eBay? Not much is the answer to that) and besides all of that, the pictures aren't that great. Obviously. I could use my phone but then I have to do that thing with the tiny "card" which is so small and has a tendency to pop and fly like a diaphragm lubed up with spermicide and I am dearly afraid that one of these days that little chip of a card is going to fly right down one of the cracks of the porch which it could easily fit through and well, shit.

So okay, obviously I don't have a whole lot to write about today. My water did come back on, miraculously sometime in the middle of the night. It was not on at one a.m. when I got up because my whole entire body was twitching in pangy pain which is the new turn this old beat-up corpsicum has taken. Is "corpsicum" a word? I think not. Oh well. My brain is as old as my body and if I can't think up the right word, I'll just make one up. Why not? I don't have an editor.
As if you couldn't figure that out by my insane comma placements.

I believe I broke my pinky toe last night because it still hurts and is black and blue and I've broken it so many times before that it doesn't have much of a bone left in it but whatever bone is in there, I do think is broken. I tried to move an immovable object with it while dashing from the hallway to the kitchen and this happens all the time to me. I am not so much clumsy as just too casual about where I am in time and space. My other foot is on the mend, finally, proving my theory that if you ignore something long enough, it will either kill you or heal. Inflamed tendons cannot kill you, as far as I know, so it healed. Thankfully, broken toes can't kill you either. The proof of this is that I'd be dead and buried if they could.

Yesterday Harley came over. His mother is at her wit's end with him. She asked me if I wanted a boy and even offered to take one of my dogs if I'd take him, so you know she's desperate. I refused because I know that by the time I really got attached to the kid in that way in which you'd cheerfully die for him, she'd want him back. Actually, I would throw my body between his and a bus already. He's a fine young man and she knows it. He's just going through a stage of misbehavement (another made-up word) and it's driving her crazy. I understand. But golly, that kid is smart! We were feeding the goats next door with the invasive air potato vine which grows all over that part of the yard and he said to me, "Mary, those goats really like those vines!" I said, "Yes they certainly do!"
"Do you know that means?" he asked.
"What?"
"They are HERBIVORES!"
So the kid won't be four until next month, right?

And that's about it. I feel like instead of cooking a meal for you, I've just offered you some bits of tastes of whatever is leftover in the refrigerator. Sorry. Some days you just don't feel like cooking. Hopefully something's simmering on the back burner that I can dish out later on.

I have to go finish washing all of yesterday's dishes, take a walk, take a shower! and then get to town to see Owen because he called me last night and said, "Grandmother, I miss you. Please come and see me immediately!" and so I shall. When I was talking to Ms. Liola yesterday she said, "I know you spoil that boy," and I said, "Every chance I get." Which of course, it's hard to spoil a one-month old and since Lily won't let me nurse him I don't have too much to work with but I'll figure out something.

What day is today? Oh yes, Thursday.
Have a good one.

Love....Ms. Moon