Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Sundays


Oh sigh.

Ms. Moon has The Sundays.

The Sundays is a technical term, referring to a state of Ms. Moon's mind which appears before she fully wakes on a Sunday morning, causing her to groan inwardly and turn over and wish to stay in bed for the entire day but at her stage in life she knows that in doing so, she would be wasting one seventh of her week and as the years grow shorter, she knows that this is not a wise thing to do. Not at all.

So she gets up (and really, the main reason she gets up is that the seven-pound Yorkie is under the bed, scratching himself on the frame and this is another mystery- how, with that tiny body can he can shake the entire bed making further sleep impossible?) and realizes it is raining, or rather, drizzling, which is just as good as rain, or as bad, in that the dogs will take this as an excuse to stealth pee and shit, and she is right.

All right. Enough of that third person stuff. I am Ms. Moon and we all know it. And I do have The Sundays and it is drizzling and gray. I washed two rugs yesterday because the dogs had puked on them and they are on the line, far more wet now than they were last night when I went to bed. I am going to hang those damn dogs on the line and let the hawks have at them. I swear.

I cooked a breakfast and we ate it, Mr. Moon and I. Not pancakes. We are having a syrup problem here because we are out, I keep forgetting to buy it, and when I asked Mr. Moon to pick some up on his way home from work on Friday, he bought maple-flavored SUGAR-FREE syrup and I will not eat that. I am not sure what he was thinking but I imagine he wasn't thinking at all, but was in the syrup aisle and when confronted with the price of real maple syrup he grabbed this sugar-free crap and ran for the cash register. Mr. Moon hates the grocery store the way I hate the hunting channel.

Sigh and sigh again because I spend half my life in the grocery store and he spends half his life watching the hunting channel. Lust is a powerful thing, my darlings. And so is heart-attraction. They must be because honestly, how a six-foot, ten-inch tall former basketball player/manly hunter and a five-foot, five-inch tall hippie got together in the first place is beyond me some days. He does not ask me to watch the hunting channel and I should not ask him to go to the grocery store.

Anyway, we had our eggs and grits and bacon. Yes! Goddammit! We had bacon! And it was good! and then we took yesterday's balancing egg out and tried to balance it. I CAN still balance it on the dirt but I will tell you truthfully that it does not seem as easily done as yesterday and that's all I can tell you about that. I have no measurements and no scientific process to back this up. I am merely reporting what I have experienced in a fair and balanced (haha!) way.

We moved some of the plants outside last evening which have been wintering in the house. They are mostly the worse for their sojourn indoors but at least they are not dead. Most of them. Mostly. The one I am happiest about saving is the giant begonia. Now some of you may remember the story of the giant begonia and its beginnings which is that nearly two years ago (or has it been three?) near my birthday, which is in July, I went to a nursery and was given (honestly- I didn't steal it) a few leaves of this amazing plant to try and start a plant of my own. Which I did. I stuck the leaves in the dirt and after oh, about three months or so of watering and watching, the baby leaves came up and it was so thrilling to me that I've not yet gotten over it.

Here's what that plant looks like now after having sat all winter by the front door, yearning and reaching for the meager sun it could detect out the front window.


Mr. Moon cut off all the dead leaves and even the dying ones and although it hurt my heart, I let him, knowing that the plant is better off saving its energy for the leaves which are healthy. It looks to me as if it is smiling now that is back outside where it loves to live.

And last fall, when I brought the begonia in, I decided to start a new plant, just in case. So I stuck another big, juicy leaf in the dirt and watered and watched and just a few days ago, two tiny leaves poked their heads up through the dirt and today there is another.


See? I put the dime there so you could get some perspective. Duh.
And when those leaves are mature, they will be as big or bigger than Mr. Moon's hand and he has a hand built to palm a basketball in.

So on this Sunday I am trying to gain at least a dime's worth of perspective about life and Sundays and nurturing and patience and waiting out winter's weariness and so forth. And it's working, I suppose. I do not feel as if I might like to slit my wrists, merely as if I'd like to go back to bed but I have STRIPPED the bed of its sheets and they are in the laundry queue right now, awaiting their turn in the hot soapy water. They will not be dried upon the line but in the dryer but that's okay too. Bacon-eating and dryer use. You see? I am pathetic today. Just pathetic.
But at least I will not be going back to bed anytime soon.

And Lily just called and asked if we'd enjoy a visit from her and Owen and you can only imagine the joy that brings to my heart. Mr. Moon had already asked if he were coming out today and when I told him "no" he was sorely disappointed but now we shall get Owen AND Lily and if any of you other kids wants to come out too, that would be fine with me. More than fine. Of course May being on the other side of the country, I doubt she'll be visiting.

So yes, I have The Sundays but there are begonias and there will be a baby and so I have no real complaints. As I was falling asleep last night I had a great idea for a blog post and spent quite some time going over it in my head but I don't remember a bit of it now. Perhaps it will come back to me as the day progresses. Or perhaps not. I am old.

I will tell you this- that show? Man VS Food? Do not watch it after you have eaten a very large venison burger, more meat than you ever eat at one sitting, already feeling slightly nauseous. I say this from experience, having done just that last night. I do not like this show or anything about it one bit except for the part before the show starts after each commercial which shows a boxing-gloved-fist punching a chicken leg. For some reason I find this hysterical. It never fails to make me laugh. Anyway, if you eat a giant venison burger and then watch that show, especially an episode where the stupid guy who seems to think that his job in life is defeating food eats a burger smothered in the hottest peppers on the planet in order to get his picture on the wall of some restaurant in New Mexico, you may have to lie very still in bed later on so as not to vomit. This is my experience, anyway. I realize I have lived in this house for almost six years and I have not vomited here once!

I hope to keep it that way for as long as possible.

All right. Run along. Go hum a hymn or something. I'm sure I have something disgusting to clean up which has come out of one orifice or another of a dog before Owen gets here.

Sigh.

17 comments:

  1. Nice sprout. I'd love to come by and squeeze your human sprout, but Harley is still sick and while I don't think he's contagious... he is still in quarantine.

    Hope your babies help you chase away the sundays... I hear a train! Oh boy, time to pause Barney so Harley can run and go watch it from the bathroom window!!
    xo ps I'm out of maple syrup too... funny.

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  2. Well, this was certainly a fun read! I am so glad I found you! Having been out of the blogosphere for several years, I find myself back in and would love to have you stop by.

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  3. im excited for the egg trick... is it going to balance or not...? oo im on the edge of my seat!

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  4. For some reason, I'm singing in my head that old hymn "Just as I am". I really dont know why. I am cleaning and cleaning and cleaning today, and I've decided that there is no more powerful thing on earth than dust. I can't get rid of it.

    My friend and I call it "Sunday depression." We get it.

    I had bacon too. With egg and tomato on a crossiont. But...I really don't feel bad about this at all :) It is Sunday, and that is what they are for.

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  5. Okay, Ms. Moon, I'm officially in love with you.

    That boxing/chicken leg that you described always makes me laugh.

    The rest of that show is what is wrong with this country.

    Enjoy your Owen.

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  6. Ms. Fleur- What has Harley had?

    Lightfeather- I'll check it out!

    Tanya- It did balance but not as easily.

    SJ- Yes. Bacon and big, fat Sunday papers were invented to get us through Sundays. Or so I think.

    Nancy C- WHY is that so damn funny? I don't know.

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  7. Heh, human sprout. Funny.

    You're only there 6 years??? Woah. Didn't realise.

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  8. I think The Sundays is an actual condition. I always suffered from it as a child and have it only a bit as an adult, but my ever-cheerful son Henry actually has it -- it's the one day of the week where he appears melancholy and feels sullen, I think. The Sundays -- I'm not sure why I've never called it that, but it's brilliant. Well, there are only a few more hours of it, hopefully and then it'll be Monday -- actually, my favorite day of the week! I sure hope you feel better later or tomorrow!

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  9. I love how you were talking in the third person and then said enough of that, I am Ms Moon and we all know it. That made me laugh out loud, which is not an easy thing to do today because I am having a stubbing toe, hitting head, crying kind of day. So thank you. I lovd this whole post. Love your humor and lightness and honesty.
    LOVE your begonia happiness and wonder.
    So you really just stuck the leaf cutting in the dirt? No rooting powder or anything? I have yet to have a successful leaf cutting propogation, even though I've only tried once. I'd like to try it with my new Wild Pony Begonia.
    Well so good for you, a bacon and dryer Sunday. It's okay for Godssake.
    I am sorry about the Maple Syrup. Hope you can return it and get your money back. I wouldn't eat that shit either.
    Well so hope Sunday cheers up.
    Thanks for being Ms Moon.

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  10. Jo- I know. It seems as if I should have been here for eons. Lifetimes.

    Elizabeth- Sundays are cursed. I have no idea why but they are. Well, I know why they are for me but for others, I am not sure. And Monday is my favorite day of the week, too. We're odd.

    Bethany- Oh dear! I'm sorry you're having The Sundays too. That makes me sad. I have cheered up considerably in the late afternoon. The sun has come out and is dappling everything and I am transplanting phlox all over the yard.

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  11. I love popping over here. You are to be commended Ms. Moon, for finding words even on your cursed Sunday to give life and laughter and light to others.

    and I dreaded Sundays until not too long ago,
    mixed garbage from childhood, (not to compare to yours), and then it always had that "oh no I have way more homework than I can possibly get done" cloud hanging over it. Add football in the background, not to mention bad weather and it is not a day for rejoicing.

    Well, now it is mostly, but I do understand.

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  12. I get the Sundays too, every Sunday in the early evening. Mine results from my childhood and early teens when I was made to go to church every Sunday evening.

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  13. Even though the day started rough, you turned it around.

    It's so lovely to see all our plants thriving. Here in MN most of our snow is gone and today I noticed a few of the lillies and tulips starting to peak out of the soil. Our neighbor has a small magnolia tree (more like a shrub that has been genetically altered to survive our climate) and I noticed it is starting to bud. When I see that first flower, I know everything will be popping out soon.

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  14. There is a hunting channel???

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  15. Deb- It's a strange day, Sunday. But it can be a sweet one too.

    Angie- Yes. How strange that religion has twisted around the "resting on the Sabbath" to mean spending all day at church. Not even.

    Bucko Ken- Oh. It did.

    Mel's Way- I don't feel as if they are thriving but in a few months, they will be. Your plants are so brave in MN. And hardy. Like the people who live there. Now. Come talk to me again in August.
    Sigh.

    Mwa- Of course there is. I so envy you that you are not aware of this.

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  16. Dogs are a pain in the ass. I'm sorry, they just are. When Ginger dies, my ass is done with dogs.

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