The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

Friday, July 3, 2015

All Good

We are living the dream here, y'all.
Gorgeosity is everywhere and Lis took a walk with Lon down the driveway this morning (they have a long driveway through the woods) before I even got up. Hey! I read until way too late.

Lon made us kale and berry and peach smoothies and then a few hours later, I made a hash of potatoes and kale and broccoli and tomatoes and a tiny bit of chicken and onions and cooked all of that with some of our eggs.
We also had leftover cucumbers and tomatoes from last night. Lis set the table. She is doing everything she can get away with.
This is brunch setting, Lis style:

There are perhaps as many definitions of graceful and gracious as there are of the people who represent these traits. When I tell you that Lon and Lis embody every one of them, I am not exaggerating. Ask anyone who knows them. They will not disagree. 
It is such an honor and a joy to hang out with these people. 

Yesterday we spent half the day on the bed watching "Call The Midwife," as I said before, often all three of us cozied up on the bed together. We kept joking that Lon was truly the luckiest guy in the world except for the fact that the two women were both fully dressed and he was having to watch possibly the most estrogen-fueled TV series ever made. 
Let me just say that he slept through a great deal of it and I cried a lot. 
We promised him that we would watch something different today. He's such a gentleman, though, that he'd let us break our promise if we really wanted to.

I hear that all is well at home. Imagine! Life is going on without me!
Well, there was a bit of a scare in that Maurice disappeared for almost 24 hours but then she showed back up to both mine and Mr. Moon's great relief. She helped him unpack his work-out bag this morning. 

I know, right? It's a cat. 
Our cat. Our silly cat whom we really do care about way too much because we are too old to have a baby although Owen seems a bit obsessed with the idea that I would like to have another one of my own. I keep telling him that now is the time for me to have grandchildren and that is exactly what I want, but anytime he plays a magical creature who can grant me wishes, that's the wish he suggests. And remember when he told Boppy that I was leaving him for a new husband in Las Vegas but that it was okay because Boppy could marry a new wife, a younger wife? 
Yeah. He's scamming for one of us to have another baby. I wonder why. Not like there aren't enough babies coming to satisfy him. And it's a moot point, of course. He will just have to be satisfied with Maurice and the chickens as our babies and I think he really is. 

Life is so funny. It all seems to go so fast which, I suppose, is the very best reason of all to be mindful. To take each moment as separately as possible. To notice it, to be in it. An easier thing to do when healing is taking place, when life, perforce, slows down. 

I am just incredibly grateful to be able to be here, to be able to witness Lis come back into bloom. She is a rose and what could be more beautiful than to be able to experience that sort of sweetness and beauty?

Well, that's it from me now. 

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Being Here Now

All is so well here in the magical kingdom of Gator Bone. I am watching Lis get better, moment by moment. It is nothing sort of astounding and I am afraid that soon her problem is going to be wanting to do too much. The grass does not grow under Ms. Williamson.
But, for now, we are quite content to take walks around the living room, to eat extremely healthy and tasty foods, to chat, and we have watched two episodes of "Call The Midwife." I could not be happier.

And I'm not just saying that.
I had one of the sweetest dreams last night. It was like one of my regular dreams in the situation but my attitude towards everything that was happening was accepting and and even merry rather than anxious and fearful.
Odd. But I loved it.

So here I am and I can't think of one place on this earth I'd rather be.

That's my report.

Love...Ms. Moon

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Cozy In Gator Bone

I am just incredibly grateful to be here. Sweetest place in the world which is pretty much where you'd imagine the dearest people in the world might live.
Sweet dreams in this full moon night, y'all. 
Love...Ms. Moon
It is July 1 and so it goes, the year half over already.
The little storm we had last night was nothing compared to what happened in Tallahassee where about half of the entire city lost power as trees snapped and fell. No one was hurt, supposedly, and I can never figure out how that can happen but thank goodness it does.

It's my Lis I'm going to go see today. I just talked to her and she's so happy to be at home although, because Lis is Lis, she said concerning the hospital, "It was a fabulous experience for what it was."
I mean...seriously?
That woman.

I hear that people are bringing food to her from far and wide so we'll be lounging about, taking little walks, heating up delicious things to eat and enjoying each other's company. And with me there, hopefully Lon can catch up a little on what he needs to do. He's been the best caretaker, the sweetest. The most loving. Of course.

And of course, I'm wondering how on earth I'm going to leave here. It's been almost forever since I truly left home. Will Mr. Moon be able to take care of himself and the chickens and the duck and the cat? Of course he will. Will he pick the crowder peas? Will he keep up with the cherry tomatoes? Will he overdose on soup?
Oh, he'll be fine. He'll be fine.

My chickens have laid me six eggs already, I am going to pack now.

I will catch up later from the Enchanted Kingdom of Gator Bone.

Much love...Ms. Moon

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

My Best Friend From Nursing School

Wrote THIS. 
It's well worth reading.

Good Lord

In the five minutes since I took that picture, the sky has grown completely dark and rain is coming down.

I'm making a soup so that while I'm gone Mr. Moon won't have to cook. He's one of those people who doesn't mind eating the same thing day after day. This is good because I got out the BIG pot. Not that pot that makes about twenty servings of soup. Oh no. This one...well. In this soup there is and are: venison (a lot), carrots, onions, celery, tomatoes, garlic, mushrooms, zucchini, green beans, potatoes, corn, peas, crowder peas (the first from the garden), yard-longs, left over gazpacho (so, yeah, cucumber) and various seasonings and so forth. And oh yeah, a head of cabbage.
In other words, Mr. Moon will not die from lack of any essential nutrient while I am gone.

And just now there was a huge gust of twisty wind, the lights flickered, flickered, flickered and the electricity is truly off at this point. The router is on a back-up battery and it too, will be out soon.

Another dead tree down somewhere.

Summertime, summertime, su-su-su-summertime.

Love...Ms. Moon

Took a walk and now I'm in the cooling-off/glad-I-didn't-die phase again.

Ugh. It's too hot. And actually, it's not as hot as it was last week but it's hot.

On the agenda today:

Grocery store, library, laundry.

And tomorrow, if all goes well, I am heading out of town. Yep. My darling friend is hopefully getting sprung from the hospital today and after I go to an appointment in town tomorrow afternoon, I am going to jump in my car with my pillows and books and some soup and eggs and tomatoes and leave the homestead for Mr. Moon to look after for a few days.

I feel a little bit crazy today but I am taking one step after another, I am remembering to breathe. I am grateful for this life. I am looking forward to seeing my friend with all of my heart. I cherish her.

Love...Ms. Moon

Monday, June 29, 2015

In Which I Truly Say What I Feel

I am feeling such anxiety. Today's my husband's birthday, right? And what have I done for him?
Not much. Not much at all.
For days he's been saying that he's wanted no fuss for his birthday. No presents, no cake, no seven-layer chocolate dessert.
I know he's lying about the chocolate dessert. There's no doubt about that.
And today's been just crazy. Lily and the boys and I were going to take a fancy cupcake to Mr. Moon at the bank where he works works to stick a candle in the pastry and sing to him and when I got in my car this morning, the battery was dead and so click, click, click.
Going nowhere.
And of course I called my husband because birthday or not, he's the one who deals with this stuff. And he called a friend who works at a shop around the corner (yes! Lloyd has a very good car repair place) who came right over and gave me a jump and I drove to town and Lily and the boys met us and they brought a cupcake and we sang to him although the candle never made an appearance. Then Mr. Moon and I drove to the battery place and they put in a new battery and then we drove to the airport where he picked up his rental car because he was leaving to to go the auto auction for his business.

Jeez. Great birthday, right?

I met Hank and Lily and the boys for lunch and we had a good time and then I stayed with the boys for just a little while so that Lily could go to work and when Jason got home, I came home myself. I got here just as my darling man was leaving. He'd made his own popcorn and cut up watermelon and had it in a Tupperware container for his journey and I felt like such a horrible, horrible wife.

I've always had a problem with gift-giving. I'm just not good at it. And despite the number of birthday parties I've thrown for my kids and my husband and my mother and even a few friends, I always feel as if I fall short. I think it may be a matter of wanting to give people I love the PERFECT gift, the perfect experience. Giving them something that will represent my love and respect for them. My gratefulness for having them in my life.
And let's face it- unless I'm throwing airline tickets to Paris around or the deeds to new houses or BRAND NEW CARS, that's just not possible.
Even then, it would not be enough.
And so I clutch. I can't figure it out.
And at our age, Mr. Moon's and mine, we pretty much have everything we could ever want or need and we're perfectly capable of finding anything we don't have that we want or need and buying it ourselves.

But still.

I feel like a failure. And he's off to auction and here I am. I went out and picked the garden.

I collected the eggs. I talked to my Lis. I put laundry away and straightened up a few things around here. I did some dishes. And here I am. 
Not with that man on his birthday night. 

I am trying to rationalize it all. Trying to remember that it's not a cake or a many-layered chocolate dessert or gifts that mean love. That it's working together to create a family, a life, a garden, an income, a nest. That it's about always everyday loving. That it's about taking care of each other. That it's about always saying, "I love you." That it's about laundry and dishwashers and putting the chickens up at night. That it's about loving our family. That it's about holding each other in bed at night. That it's about encouraging and respecting each other's dreams. That it's about making smoothies and lunches the night before. That it's about thank-you for mowing the grass and thank-you for tilling the garden and thank-you for telling me how nice our yard looks because of all the things I've planted and thank-you for being so gentle and thank-you for being so strong and thank-you for packing my vitamins and thank-you for folding the laundry and thank-you for not bitching too much about the cat waking you up at night and thank-you for thanking me for our children and thank-you for being the grandparent you are and thank-you for still making me laugh and thank-you for all the private jokes and thank-you for bringing food to our table and thank-you for not mentioning the way my thighs look these days and thank-you for washing the sheets and thank-you for listening to my rants and thank-you for listening to my stories of my day and thank-you for letting me sleep in your t-shirt and thank-you for not leaving me when I was insane and thank-you, thank-you, thank-you. And mostly thank-you for loving me and letting me love you. 

That's all I have to say. It is my husband's sixty-first birthday. It will be mine in a month. 

Thank-you for sharing over half our lives together. Thank you for all the fun. 

Yours truly...Mrs. Moon

And Every Year More Handsome. Every Year More Love

See that man? That was the day after Owen was born.
I thought then that I could never love him more.
I was wrong.
Every year. More and more.

Happy birthday, my love.
You are my heart and soul.
I do not have the words to tell you how grateful I am for your love.

Just know it's true.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for trusting me with your heart.


Your wife.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

We All Need Options

Look what Mr. (Honey) Moon has done today! Okay, it's not hooked up to plumbing or wired yet but there it is. Sitting securely in its own little nest, just waiting to be my faithful home appliance.

It has THREE drawers, y'all. One at the top for silverware and knives. You have no idea how excited this makes me.
Or maybe you do.

Anyway, it's been a good day and I weeded and de-pooped the chicken house and there was a nap and now I'm going to make Granny Matthew's wonderful eggplant casserole with a nice fat eggplant I grew and look!

I will have an option for "Extra Shine."

Wouldn't it be lovely if life had a button like that? And some days, we would all surely appreciate the delicate option. I know I would. 

Well, we get what we get and today has surely had its shine and its delicacy as well and okay, we're not sanitized but whatever. I did shave my legs. That's just as good, right? 

I think so.

Love...Ms. Moon

Pondering Things In My Heart

Oh, Sundays.
I am completely without ertia today. That's not a word. But if "inertia" is a word, why isn't "ertia"?
Perhaps Mr. Moon has sucked up all the energy in the house. He's been at that cabinet all morning long, stopping only long enough to eat some waffles.

I found the waffle iron yesterday when I emptied the cabinets and this morning I plugged it in and voila! Banana pecan waffles.
So. I've done my job for the day as far as I'm concerned.

And now, because it is Sunday and because we are still celebrating certain newly-won freedoms and because it is one of my most cherished notions that nothing in this world is as huge a force for good and love and equality and joy and acceptance and understanding and communication and education and the tapping-into-the-huge-mystery-of-the-energy, and also, STYLE and BEAUTY as music is, I will repost this.

I could watch it all day. The eternally beautiful faces of human beings on this planet, the water, the trees, the storm coming in, the sky, the words, the wind, the joy, the instruments, the fingers, the throats, the arms, the call to stand up for rights, to be in wonder.

And I dedicate it to Bree Newsome who stood up for her rights. And for the rights of so many others.

We all know I am not a god or Jesus person but this act, this brave woman who just went and did what has needed to be done for so very long, humbles and awes me. And if her god sustained her and gave her courage, I say good for that god. And even more- good for that woman, that beautiful, strong woman.

Got a lot in my heart today. Maybe that's what Sundays are all about. I don't know but I do know it's a world of wonder, for sure.

Love...Ms. Moon

Saturday, June 27, 2015

I Can't Even Believe It

We did it! We picked up Ms. Jessie and went to the Cracker Barrel where there were millions of people waiting for tables, perusing the glorified gift shop and I sort of thought my head would explode but it did not although I did get a headache. While we were waiting for our table Mr. Moon found someone to discuss the buying of rocking chairs with and finally, we were seated.

It took quite a while for us to get our food but hey- a million people! What can you do? And it was fine when it got there and of course, hunger is the best sauce so it was, in fact, quite fine. Our server was awesome and after we ate, Mr. Moon proceeded with the purchase of the chairs and loaded them up and then he said, "Let's go buy a dishwasher!" I think the man has lost his mind. 
But. We took Jessie home and then went to the appliance store where we had shopped months ago and found the same sales-lady because she had helped us before and by golly she was wearing the same skirt! I know this because I have one like it and so I remembered. We checked out the dishwashers, remembered the one we'd liked, and then I shit you not, we bought it. The lady kept saying, "You two are so funny!" and then, "You seem like you've been married a long time. When did you get married?"
"Last year," said Mr. Moon.
I did not correct him. 
Anyway, we loaded up the dishwasher in the truck with the chairs and made our way home. 
Here's what they look like on the porch.

Nice, right? I think so. 
Here's what I've done with the old ones. 

They're just sitting in the yard and will probably be going to the dump. Mr. Moon said he didn't want them going in the garage and that he would put them in the old barn and I said, "Why?" and he considered that and said that yes, he'd take them and throw them out. But for now, they're just sitting there, looking all shabby and not very chic (what happened to Shabby Chic?) and la-di-dah. 

And before I knew what was happening, he asked me to clean out the cabinets where he's going to put the dishwasher and so there I was on the floor, finding things I had no memory of having and also mouse poop and dead roaches and so forth. I threw out about forty plastic containers which once held yogurt or hummus or something and found places for some of the stuff and a lot of the stuff is just going to have to fit in somewhere. Don't ask me where. But HEY! I'm going to have a dishwasher! Can you believe it? I can't. 

And this is what Mr. Moon looks like tearing shit up. 

And yes, my husband may have the longest legs in the world. 
Jessie and Vergil got him a tool for Father's Day which does about a dozen things. Saws, drills, removes stuff, polishes...hell. Don't ask me. But the man is using it with great and happy enthusiasm and saying things like, "I love this tool!" 
Gotta love 'em. And as a neighbor of mine used to say, "I do love a man with a power tool who can take instruction."
Uh-huh. Me too. 

So. The process has begun. I think maybe he just chose this time to get that dishwasher so that he could use the tool which is absolutely totally fine with me and THANK YOU VERGIL AND JESSIE!

I watered the porch plants and picked some zinnias and some other stuff.

And took a picture of the chickens and the duck from the garden. 

I'm thawing out some rock shrimp and will cook that and I think I'm going to make a bastardized version of gazpacho and cook some rice and that will be our supper. 

I texted Lon earlier about us buying a dishwasher (this has been a major topic of conversation for years) and he wrote back, "A dishwasher??!! There may be some sort of galactic repercussions from this you know."

God. I hope not. I hope the only repercussions are that I have to buy those cute little dishwashing soap pellets. And that my dishes get really, really clean although I wonder if this is going to cut back on the beneficial gut bacteria we ingest. Well, as long as I still store my dishes and pots and pans in cabinets with roaches and mice we'll probably be fine.
(Don't you judge me.)

And one more thing- if you read my last post about that crazy dream I had- well, Hank sent me this link and said, "You've seen this, right?"
And I had not. 
I am boggling. 

And I'm still so high on yesterday's SCOTUS (doesn't that sound a bit scrotal to you?) decision and so it's been a very fine day here in Lloyd with outlying adventures and have you seen THIS?

Oh my god. The sound of the drill is piercing through my ears. I'm going to have to kick that man out of the kitchen so that I can make our supper. 
Wish me luck. 
Nah. Actually, I'm feeling about as lucky as I need to feel.

All love...Ms. Moon

A Goal And One Weird Dream Report

Drizzly day and what are we doing? We do not know. Mr. Moon's birthday is on Monday and last night I came up with the brilliant idea that we should finally go and buy the rocking chairs for the porch that we've been promising to get for each other on each gift-giving holiday for the last ten years.
This would be great except then we'd have nothing to say we were going to give each other on holidays.
But I think we actually might do it. We've sat in every for-sale rocking chair in existence and I swear to you- I think we're just going to go eat at Cracker Barrel and buy two of their rocking chairs.
Country livin', y'all!

I dreamed last night that I was in Las Vegas and was somehow given the job of tending President and Mrs. Obama's baby. She was the sweetest baby and smiled at everything but it was rather stressful in that I had no diapers and no supplies and of course the baby pooped because babies poop and people kept showing up to take the baby back to her parents but I DID NOT TRUST THEM and knew they were only trying to kidnap the baby.
I finally delivered the baby safely back into the hands of our president and all was well.
I had poop all over me but I didn't care. The president didn't seem to worry about getting poop on him either. I mean- baby poop. Who cares?

That has to be one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. And honey, I've had some strange ones.

Okay! I must put on a bra-like garment to go to Cracker Barrel. Breakfast out! Hurray! New rocking chairs! Hurray! The ones we have now which came with the house are so old that when you try to move one, whichever piece of the chair you pick up just lifts right off the chair. I suppose they will now be moved to the chair-in-waiting-to-be-fixed area of the garage, never to be seen again.

Dear Lord. When we die our children are going to hate us.

Love...Ms. Moon