A Day In The Life

It's been a rather glorious day and it's a rather lovely evening. Mr. Moon is out of town and I have no rehearsal and nothing I have to do. Nothing I have to do at all. The dishes are washed, I have leftovers in the refrigerator (thank-you, Kathleen!) and although it is chilly outside, it is warm in here. The frogs are peeping and the heat is on, its sweet soft breath warming me as I write.

I went to yoga this morning and it felt good. And when I got home, I got a call from my old friend, Mary Lane whom I have written about, whom I have missed so much, whose phone number I lost when Owen was born. We had a wonderful catch-up, doing as we always do, starting in right where we left off, all of it right there for us, no need for any sort of background or perspective. Yes, her daddy died and her mother-in-law has too. And her mother has had a stroke but is as determined to live by her own rules as ever and her daughter has given her her second grandchild- a son, born about the same time as Waylon, so a few months younger than Owen. We talked about being grandmothers and I realized once again how lucky I am to have my grandson so close and to be able to take care of him during the week. Mary Lane's daughter lives on NYC, and Mary Lane lives in Maryland (of course) and so she has to travel to see him whereas I don't have to go very far and indeed, my grandson is often delivered right to my door and if that ain't heaven, what is?

But it was so good to talk to her. So very good.

And then....and then....I went to town!
Speaking of Owen I popped by his house to get his mother's library books and Billy was there, dropping off Waylon because Lily takes care of him for a few hours on Monday so I got to see both babies. Here's a picture I took with my phone of Jason holding them.


Waylon is a little man, Owen is a bigger little man and they look at each other and try to figure out what the other one is. I think if we let them, they would chew on each other. Isn't Waylon a serious little guy? But he gives great smiles and talks to me when I put my face down to his and I love him so. I am Aunt Gramma to Waylon. At least, that's how I refer to myself. While I was there, Lily referred to herself as Aunt Mama, which I think is hysterical.
Our beloved little boys!
It was hard to leave the house with two such magnetic forces of nature there, wanting to be held and tickled, but I did. I got in my car and went to the library and I hadn't been in a long time and oh, that was a joy, of course. It's always a joy going to the library, even if I run into someone I don't really care to see and today I did not. I got books on tape for walks and yard work, a book on CD for drives and books to read with my eyes. I am rich! Rich beyond my wildest dreams!

And then on to the New Leaf I went for supplements and Dr. Bronner's Lavender soap for hand-washing and this vegetable and that fruit and some tofu and yogurt. I used to hate going to the New Leaf because I would always run into someone from my past who was now teaching yoga or saving the world through vegetarianism and heirloom vegetables, but today I ran into a couple I have known since home birth days and it was just lovely to see them. We talked about health care and our kids and damn! just being around people my age who have been married for almost forty years makes me happy. They ran away together as teenagers and are still very happily together. They run their own business and are smart and funny and good-looking as hell. A joy to see them. And of course I got to see Billy again because he works at the New Leaf and so I got TWO Billy hugs in one day and well, if that's not a good day, I don't know what is.

And then I went to Goodwill and got a velvet and satin throw- red velvet and pink satin and oh glory! I can't wait to get it washed and cuddle up in it.

And when I got home, I found that Mr. Moon had bought me a new pair of clippers to replace my beloved old ones which look like this:


They have served me well, those clippers although I have chipped the blade and they are not what they used to be. But the new ones look fine and have a great feel in the hand



and they brought to mind a visit once to a local nursery where the woman who ran the place had a belt-holster for her clippers and she was so knowledgeable and so strong-looking and when she pulled her clippers out of that holster to prune a blueberry, I almost swooned from love and envy.

So I unloaded everything from the car into my empty house and then HoneyLuna called to tell me she is going to observe her first surgery tomorrow- a hemorrhoidectomy! and she is not sure whether to be terrified or hysterical. Ah! The joys of nursing school!

And after I hung up with her I went out and took a few pictures. The garden:

which is at that place of perfect promise and also the picture at the top of this post which is the setting sun catching branches on fire.

And there you have it- a lovely, lovely day. I went out in the world and I survived and I enjoyed and tomorrow Owen comes to me and Mr. Moon will be home again.

A life. My own. And a damn good day in it.