Saturday, May 23, 2009

It's Really Not The Heat


I rarely speak of the humidity. I mean, what's the point? It's always over 80% and I'm used to it by now but this morning when I got up, it seemed like everything was just WET. I mean, the crumpled sheets, the floor, the rugs. Everything wet. Parts of one of my porch plants just keep dropping off and hitting the floor with a thunk. A huge piece of the chinaberry tree out back cracked and is hanging by a broken branch. It's THAT wet. I wouldn't be surprised if part of my hand just fell off or the chickens got moldy and one of their wings fell off. You know what I mean? If you live in Denver, you do not.

I checked the little device Mr. Moon has on his dresser which tells the humidity and temperature and sure enough, humidity- 98%.
Thankfully, it's not hot yet so it's bearable. It's just...interesting.

So was yesterday.

HoneyLuna
had spent the night and we rambled around slowly and then took off to Monticello where we had lunch and stopped by the Opera House and then we went to Tallahassee where Honey dropped me off where Mr. Moon works and then he and I ambled over to the lawyer's office to sign the contracts. I've never met this person who is intending to open a pool hall at Moon Plaza and Mr. Moon's been trying to tell me about him without sounding judgmental or critical. I mean, this man is taking a world of work onto his shoulders and it's going to benefit us if it works out so let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. Right?
And well, my first impression was mixed but we all signed on the solid lines and by the time the whole deal was done and we'd admired the lawyer's massive knife collection and gotten out of there, it was time to get to the Black Dog.

I had such mixed feelings about having this gathering. I love blogging so much because it means that I can communicate with others without having to actually go to the trouble of meeting anyone but after two years, I find I DO want to meet people whom I've come to know over the blogwaves and so off we went, me in a red skirt and Mr. Moon with his tall legs and Miss Maybelle was already there, which made me feel good. Bless Miss Maybelle in her Pat Benetar t-shirt.

And then Human Wrecking Ball showed up and by golly, he was just as cool as I knew he'd be and sweet? Oh honey, that boy is sweet. And Juancho showed up and I already know and adore Juancho, and Harley came with his daddy and then his mama, Ms. Petit Fleur came and Harley amused us all with his three-year old doin's and Downtown Guy kept calling, saying he had to go buy catfood and so forth and how long were we staying?

Then Kathleen and Herb came and there we all were on the deck of the Black Dog and unbeknownst to me, the Black Dog has quit selling beer! which was a bit of a disappointment. Coffee is great but on a Friday afternoon at five or six, you're just about ready for that first cold one of the weekend if that is your inclination.

But we muddled through, completely sober and caffeinated and in the case of Harley, hopped up on a popsickle and the ducks were doing their duck thing on the lake and the oak trees were lovely and it didn't rain, even though the humidity was about, yes, 98%.

And there was good talk but me? I'm the one who never has parties because I know everyone is thinking, Jeez, why am I here? I could be out riding my bike or hanging out with people somewhere you can get a beer and there isn't even cake and WTF???!!!!

Although everyone was gracious and we discussed bloggary and blogation and blog-related issues and other things, too.

Finally we got hungry and Kathleen and Herb and Mr. Moon and I decided to go to Kool Beanz for supper and Juancho said he was going to go home to eat a can of beans for his supper and Brother Wrecking Ball went on home to his wife and children and Petit Fleur and Harley came back to Lloyd and Miss Maybelle went home to get ready for a meeting and make herself a nutritional dinner and that was that.

It was nice. I wish I wasn't so anxious about things because I would have felt more relaxed about it all and not so foolish (a bloggaversary party? for me? come on! and not even beer?! please! Etc.) but that's the way I am and so it goes.

We had a wonderful supper at Kool Beanz and then we came on home and checked the chickens (they were fine) and went to bed in our damp sheets.

Mr. Moon is going to work on building the chicken run and it's Miss Maybelle's birthday party tomorrow and we're going to eat grouper and quinoa and salad and all the kids will be here and her other parents, too. The house is just...a mess. The dogs don't like to go outside to pee or poop when it's been raining and so they've stealth pottied everywhere and when they DO go outside they get muddy and bring that mud in and roll around on the rugs and everything is damp and muddy and there's a vague odor of poopiness lingering everywhere. So I have my work cut out for me right here.

Plus I have a lingering feeling of anxiety about why I decided to have a bloggaversary party in the first place although it was in its way, really very much fun for me and perfect. Watching the Juancho-Human Wrecking Ball Show was worth all the anxiety and more. So were the hugs. Yes. The hugs were fantastic!

And I didn't take any pictures. What's up with that? Oh. Who knows?
I was wearing a bra and everything. Even some mascara!

So that's my report and I better go take a walk. The rain seems to have drifted off somewhere else for a few minutes and I really need to go check on those blackberries.

And then I'll get busy with this house and try to replace the smell of poopiness with Fabuloso and white vinegar and maybe I'll even make something crafty for Miss Maybelle involving the Virgin of Guadalupe and glitter.

Also, for the first time in a month, I'll be able to listen to Prairie Home Companion tonight as I cook supper and I am looking forward to that! Phew! I've missed the Garrison. Suffered from lack of the Keillor. And! And! And! I have three new begonias to plant!
Yippie!

So alright. Third year of blogging now officially begun. Humidity, humility, poop and begonias. Yep. Right on track.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend. And take my advice: If you plan a bloggaversary party, make sure beer is available.
And cherish the hugs. And deal with the humidity. But mostly- the part about the beer.

Love...Ms. Moon

22 comments:

  1. You are a big drippy sticky breath of fresh air. LOVE YOU!

    Congrats on your third beginning!

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  2. HAHA -- If I would have trekked to see you, I would have BROUGHT beer to share... Probably a Smithwick's.

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  3. I wish we could have been there, but that work thing got in the way.
    (Is it odd that the word verification for me on this comment for this post is "ended"??).

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  4. 98% humidity? she asked faintly. God.

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  5. I am dying for a blog-versary party! I should throw myself one. With tons of beer.

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  6. Yeah, I couldn't really get past the no beer thing.

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  7. Windy Days- Thanks!

    AJ- What is Smithwick's? Is it a good beer? Like you'd bring bad beer to my party.

    Jon- No way. No endings here.

    Ms. Jo- Yep. 98% If you ever come visit, bring a snorkel.

    Aunt Becky- Do it!

    Xbox- I know! Oh well. Better planning will prevail is I ever do that again.

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  8. Hahaha.. OF COURSE I WOULD BRING GOOD TASTING BEER! Mmmm.. Smithwick's [pronounced Smid-dick's] is an Irish Red Ale, sure to taste out of this world.

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  9. It was great and it was not boring. I was just taking it all in. There was no place I would have rather been. As soon as I saw you I felt like we had known each other for years. Thanks for the invite, and the generous comments on my blog. SISTER MOON!!!!

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  10. Brother Wrecking Ball- I know! And now you must come visit me in Lloyd. We have much to discuss.

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  11. Well, lack of beer aside, I still wish I could have been there! And hey, you're about to be a bar landlord...next time, I say the party moves there!

    And I should totally road trip. But hold the humidity, ok? We got it here too today, but nowhere near as bad.

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  12. We had an absolute blast just being around people we liked! And the laughing was great. Many funny bunnies! And to think we were all sober. So cool! And it was also a great bonus finding out who Wrecking Ball was! We've known each other for a long time through a different scene.(Such a small village)

    Thanks for gettin us all together MM.
    xo pf & fam

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  13. i would love a good salty sweet margarita right now, lady, but no go for me. drink one for me.

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  14. Glad you all had a good time. :)

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  15. "Humidity, humility, poop and begonias. Yep. Right on track."

    Priceless!

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  16. SJ- The humidity is something we must live with in order to have these oak trees. Mostly it's a pretty good deal.

    Ms. Fleur- Thank you for coming!

    Maggie May- Will a beer do?

    Ginger- Thank-you!

    Steph- Yep. That's me.

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  17. Just writing to say HI & I miss you! ;D

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  18. I'm so sad I missed this! I ended up staying at work later than I thought. I was thinking about you all. I'm glad you had a lovely time. Sucks about the beer, though. Next blogaversary there shall be beer AND liquor.


    Humidity, dear god yes.

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  19. Lady Lemon- We were all just waiting for your arrival. Next time. Yes.

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  20. Did you have any "false alarms" when you thought some random person might have been me?

    That's a funny thought.

    Next time indeed. Wait, that doesn't mean waiting a whole 'nother year, does it?

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