All right then, y'all. I'm packed. Except for my pillow (which goes with me everywhere) and my make-up (I'm going to put on make-up to make the journey!) and my toothbrush and shampoo and conditioner, I am packed.
I think.
It's been a beautiful day. A woman I used to take care of as a child called me today. I haven't talked to her in over twenty years. And she told me that she has taken me wherever she has gone, all these years- to the Everglades, to France, and now back to North Georgia- and that I have had an influence on her entire life.
Well now THERE's a paycheck.
I am reveling in those words.

Okay, so listen- my kids (if you are new to me) write. Oh yeah, they write. They write like demons and angels. Here are their sites:

Mr. Hank at http://tallyhassle.blogspot.com/
Miss Maybelle at http://rolluptherugs.blogspot.com/blogspot.com/
And Miss Jessie at http://findingthosedulcettones.

My other daughter, Lily, is busying working, buying a house and creating a baby within her own personal uterus.

But the kids have told me that they might blog about what it's like to be at Mama's house when she's gone. And believe me- it'll be worth reading. So put them in your reader, become one of their followers, check out their words. Because they are amazing. And I ain't just saying that because I'm their mama. Visit them, decide for yourself.

And oh yes- maybe they'll talk about the chickens.

I am going to miss all of you so damn much I can hardly bear it.
But I have been offered a special mission (which I have so very gratefully accepted) to step and shimmy and shiver and shake and walk like an Egyptian (or maybe a Mayan) down the streets and beaches of Cozumel with my husband.

Twelve hours from right now we'll be taking off for Atlanta where we'll catch the plane to paradise.

I've painted my fingernails red. I've packed the books and prunes and skirts and t-shirts and white linen dreses and silver bracelets.

And did you see our president tonight? Damn.

Bless us all.

Love...Ms. Moon