Thursday, November 19, 2009

He's Home

All of yesterday was dash-dash-dash. Run, run, run. Race the clock, try to beat it.
I found new pants which are going to CHANGE MY LIFE at the T.J. Maxx after the house-signing and I am not kidding you. They are black jeans, corduroy and they fit me and they will look good with anything so that was worth the time.
But then I raced home and made the soup and finished the laundry and dealt with the chickens and took a shower and put on mascara and my new pants and got in the car and drove to town and dammit- traffic. I forgot traffic. Of course I got stuck behind everything including a fire truck who was obviously lost and I had to stop and get gas because I am one of those people who, if the needle is anywhere below half, freaks out. Yep. That's me.
And it was almost in the red!
Every second was ticking away and I could see Mr. Moon coming down the hallway and where was I? Where was his wife?
Stuck behind traffic.
I finally got to the airport, parked, flew into the building on legs, not wings, and yes, there he was. Walking down the hallway.
Ah. Sigh. Mr. Moon was home.

Of course the airline lost some part of his deer and we had to deal with that and then we drove to Lily and Jason's so Mr. Moon could see how big Owen is getting and there was some snuggling and smiling and fussing and snorgling and sniffing and hugging and kissing.

And then home. Finally home. With my sweetie.

I took him into the guest room and...
No. Not that.
"Gas!" I proclaimed.
He sniffed and said, "Well, to me it smells like something dead."
And just like that, I realized he was right. It IS gas, but the sort of gas which escapes from a dead critter (rat, possom, squirrel?) under the house and which seeps up into the room with noxious intent.
Well. You can't die from THAT smell. But I doubt anyone will be sleeping in there for a few days.

We ate soup, we went snuggled a bit. We went to bed. He said it was the coldest night he'd had in ten days- I like to sleep with the window open and many covers on top of me. Again- that's me.

And this morning he stayed in bed late for him and that was lovely and now we're up and there's a lot to do but he's home.
And suddenly, it all makes sense again on a different level and again I realize- where he is, that is my home, and it's been nice having time to myself but mostly because I share my life with this man who always comes home and I can count on that.

Buster's happy too. Can you tell?

And it's a beautiful day in Lloyd, Florida. Crisp and cool and the man is home. I have new black pants, I think I know what I can wear to the wedding events, I can kiss my man any time I want, there is no gas leak, my soul is at rest, my heart is at peace.

So okay. He just came in and said, "How about a picture with my horns?" And so I took a picture of him with his, I mean, the deer's horns.

Can I tell you how much I never once in my life had any thought that I'd marry a man who not only hunted but who would want me to take his picture with his deer horns?

Well, life is strange and frequently works out in ways you'd never imagine.

I should have gotten a picture of him snuggling Owen or cuddling Miss Betty which he also just did, but I didn't. Those, of course, would have been more of the style of Bless Our Hearts but by now he's part of whatever style it is I have and so there you have it- Mr. Moon holding his deer horns. My dear man with his deer horns.


He's home. He's safe. He's happy. He's well.
Me too.

37 comments:

  1. Yay! I'm glad he got to shoot something good. And I'm glad he's home.

    I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch this weekend, eh?

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  2. Damn, those are quite some horns!

    Dare I ask, but how do you lose PART of a deer? The mind reels.

    Big love,

    SB

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  3. Isn't it amazing how one pair of pants can make such a difference?
    And how having your Mr. back home makes everything right, even uninvited, expired guests? I was laughing with you in your flurry to the airport, that's me, always late, way too low on gas, and cursing traffic and red lights.
    Life is always interesting!
    Happy reunion and nice horns!

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  4. DTG- Well, there's always our room.

    Ms. Bastard- It's a long story. He did not bring home the whole deer, just the horns and what they call the "cape". That has something to do with the deer's face. It was salted. The airline is looking for it.
    And yes, my mind is reeling but I pretend to be calm about it all.

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  5. It's still hard to wrap my mind around how such a gentle man has the "killer instinct". Glad he's home and safe and happy.

    When is your adventure starting?
    xo m

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  6. Welcome home Mr. Moon. I bet you look amazing in your new black pants. Have fun in Alabama, and Viola in Mr. Spaceman relates so many things in your life in a twistedly different way. Can't wait for to see you do Viola!
    K

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  7. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  8. I'm SO glad he's back (and that he was successful- I'm sure that made him happy) Enjoy!!

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  9. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  10. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  11. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  12. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  13. Wow. I hope they find the salted deer face before it starts smelling like... gas.

    I love the new black pants and mascara and impatience and excitement to see your man again. I love it.

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  14. Sorry. I guess I'm excited Mr. Moon's home too.

    I hate computers.

    This time I'll click just once.

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  15. The dead animal bits creep me out, rodent and deer, but otherwise I'm so glad your Mr. Moon is home. And new black pants are good!

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  16. Hooray for the return of Mr. Moon! I can tell from the feel of your words that you feel at home and at peace.

    I once found a life changing swimsuit at TJ Maxx. I dread the day the elastic gives out.

    That's a big buck he got!

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  17. ah ms moon..you are a lucky girl..not only you have sexy new pants which will make you look even hotter..your handsome devil is back..and he killed animals and brought you trophys..a la look..i killed..for you..THATS amore...:-)

    now you got to survive the damned wedding weekend..but dont get stressed..i ms ure you ll have a whole lot of fun...you ll drink..eat..and dance with your man..:-)

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  18. Good morning, I'm glad to see Mr Moon is back and all is well! I knew it would be. I guess it's not morning much anymore, but i just got out of bed since I've been cursed with the sickness. Maybe I'll finally have time to sit down and blog at least :)

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  19. I think that's pretty cute that he wanted you to get a pic with the horns, even though I get nervous reading blogs around hunting season as I can't handle too much of that thing. You have a nice balance. Though, ug to the salted deer face. Yikes.
    You've got a very handsome man there. And it's wonderful that you eat the deer meat in all kind of hearty recipes. I also really like the idea of a compassionate, animal lover man hunting. I mean, it makes me think of it more like Native American type hunting and gathering. Rather than manly, violent sport. The photos with the doggie (looks a lot like my Casey) is endearing and a wonderful balance.
    Glad all is well and you have new pants magic.
    PS You are caffinated enough. You're not always coffee. Sometimes you are a relaxing mug od steaming herbal tea. ;-)

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  20. Still think the horns look better on a deer.

    But then, I live with a smoker, so what do I know? :)

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  21. Aw. You have your man back. Ha. I'm really glad for you Ms. Moon. He looks so proud and strong in his picture with the antlers. :)

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  22. Mel- I know. Why can't I just get out of the house earlier? Dang.

    Ms. Fleur- Let's call it the "hunting" instinct. Adventure? Which one? The one to Dothan starts tomorrow.

    Kathleen- It sure sounds like fun. Viola, I mean.

    Michelle- Ick. Really. As to the mascara and so forth- I doubt he even noticed. Why do I try? Why?
    And don't worry about the clicking. I do that all the time.

    Tiff- He was happy until he had to go back to real life.

    Steph- I know. But I've learned to live with it all.

    Lora- We do not jest when we say certain garments can change our lives. This may be sad but it is true.

    Danielle- I'd have to be hot to look hotter and these days...
    Oh well. One does what one can. And I think we'll have a good time. I do.

    Elizabeth- Me too!

    SJ- What's wrong? Get better!

    Bethany- He is a good hunter. He cares about the animals. On some level. I don't understand it. I just understand he has to do it.
    And let me ask- sometimes am I a shot of tequila?
    Ha!

    Jo- I tend to agree about the horns but I do like to eat meat and I'd rather eat wild than raised the way we raise 'em here.

    AJ- He is!

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  23. @ ms moon..

    i think its great to eat something wild you hunted yourself...healthy and sexy..and so "archaich"

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  24. Tequila, yes, well, I imagine. I've never had it, believe it or not. I'm not much of a drinker.

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  25. Danielle- I actually read something about how Swedish women are the happiest women on earth and one of them said it's because they all go to the country on vacation and the men go off and shoot things and bring them home to eat and that American men don't do that for their women. And of course the incredibly equal rights of women in Sweden. But yes, you're right.

    Bethany- Well, don't start with tequila. That's my advice.

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  26. The airline LOST HIS DEER but delivered the horns? Hope they find it before their plane stinks and people wonder who died.

    Nice to have your hubby home. He's a cutie. Easy to see why you're fond of him, that and his thoughtfulness.

    Is he going to make a chandelier out of those horns? That's what they do with them in Texas...

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  27. I remember the day when I had the energy and time to shop at TJ Maxx and Marshall's..........now, I don't even have the money so I'm wearing the same stuff I was wearing 10 years ago.....the stuff that still fits anyway.

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  28. Kathleen- Actually, not the entire hide. Just a face part. The parts a taxidermist can reconstruct a head for mounting with. And no, he's not going to make a chandelier. Not that I know of, anyway. Could happen next. I never know.

    Rebecca- Well, I have and wear clothes that I've had longer than my youngest has been alive and she's twenty. So it's a rare day when I get anything new. Usually when I do, it's Goodwill. But once in a while, I GO CRAZY!

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  29. I hate shopping in general, but I do enjoy TJ Maxx for some reason. BUT, I have to be in the mood. New pants that fit great and will go with anything WILL change your life, Ms. Moon. I am so happy for you. :) And, it's good to see your man is back, deer horns and all.

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  30. I'm laughing because almost every photo I have of my father that's recent is one of him holding some type of animal horns/head that he's hunted.

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  31. Ms Moon, they also have 96% breastfeeding rates in Sweden too!

    And they're all gorgeous and nordic and they have snow and saunas, often at the same time.

    Btw, I do totally agree about humanely killed wild meat v battery farming. I do! I'm just squeamish too :)

    I hope whoever took the deer meat gets a nasty shock when they open the bag :) Agh! Serial killer!

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  32. Welcome Home Mr. Moon. I hope the airline finds your missing deer parts. What parts were they and what airline was it?

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  33. Welcome Home Mr. Moon. I hope the airline finds your missing deer parts. What parts were they and what airline was it?

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  34. And now the world can be right again.

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  35. Black pants - a momentous occasion. And so good to have your man back. Nothing ever works out the way I expect, I'm starting to expect it. (Sorry, that was bad.)

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