Monday, October 4, 2010
The Ceremonial Bringing Out Of The Duck
It was quite chilly this morning here in Lloyd. Not cold, even by our thin-blooded standards, but chilly. Perhaps even in the high forties. This is about as cold as I like it, to tell you the truth. You can wear jeans and long sleeves and hot flashes are not so brutal, but it's not so cold you need, oh, socks. I hate socks.
But still... cool enough to make you want to be outside and grab some of that blue, blue sky for yourself, fling your body into something that can only be done outside, even if that is just hanging the clothes on the line.
It was lovely.
And I think everyone in North Florida would agree with me. I went to the Holy Trinity of places I go today- Publix, the library, and Goodwill, and everyone seemed a bit more cheerful and I overheard conversations about the weather everywhere I went. Well, maybe not at the Goodwill. Man- I don't know what the hell is going on but the Goodwill was PACKED OUT! I have never seen so many people at the Goodwill.
It was all very, "Excuse me," "No, excuse ME," and so forth as I walked down the crowded aisles. It is Monday, which means that clothes are half off so perhaps that explained it or perhaps it was the weather which made people want to get out of the house and go shopping for newish jeans, sweaters, long-sleeved shirts, perhaps a pair of boots.
I don't know but it was too crowded for me. Mr. Moon was with me (long story) and we left pretty quickly. He actually bought a chair for three dollars. He wanted a chair to go in his hunting blind. A real, wooden chair and this one had the added benefit of being a swivel chair.
SCORE! for Mr. Moon.
But the library was not nearly as crowded as it was this summer when the kids were out of school. It was nice. And something happened there which has never happened to me before- a beautiful woman with her four-year old daughter came up to me and said, "Ms. Moon?"
She recognized me from my blog!
I believe I was more excited than she. It was a really sweet moment in my life, there in the stacks of the main library in the H section of Fiction.
"I thought it was you," she said, "And then I saw your husband and I knew it was."
Yes. Mr. Moon is unusually tall, even in real life.
We chatted for awhile and I admired her daughter's earrings and well, I just have to tell you that it gave me a bit of a lift because she really did seem pleased to meet me and I was very pleased to meet her.
So it's been a fine day. I sent Mr. Moon off to Orlando after we did our library and Goodwill visits and I took him to pick up his rental car. We met back at home before he left so he could pack and I could make him his snack bag. This is our ritual.
He forgot his pillow though, and that makes me sad. I hate to think of him at the Best Western without his pillow. Pillows are very important, you know. I have taken my favorite pillow to Mexico so many times it should get its own passport. Since it's a very old feather pillow, it smushes up to almost nothing in the suitcase but I can hardly sleep without it.
I love all my pillows. All five of them. Yes. I have five pillows. All feather.
Mr. Moon has two and he really wishes I only had two and he complains about how my pillows are always falling on top of him while he sleeps. They make him sweat.
But I NEED five pillows so that at least three are always there, not touching anyone (in theory) so that when I have a hot flash, I can grab one and hold its coolness to my body.
I know. I have spoken of this recently but those pillows are very, very important to me.
Poor Mr. Moon. He has to deal with all of this CRAP that a woman of my age has to deal with. Bless his heart.
It's not HIS body that hot-flashes at regular intervals all night. His body temperature is always warmer than mine so you'd think that the hot-flash thing would work out but it doesn't because after I have a hot flash, I often have a bit of a chill, and then there I am, grabbing the covers which I have just flung aside (to his side of the bed) and pulling them back on top of me.
And the worst- the very worst thing for him- is when it gets chilly and I insist on bringing out what we call The Duck which is the down comforter.
This is on top of what I call The Duckling, which is a sort of down blanket which I sleep with all year 'round. Every night when we go to bed, The Duckling is folded over so that I sleep under twice its thickness (which is not very thick at all) and in winter, The Duck is also folded over. He does reach for one of them, occasionally, if it gets really cold (and we sleep with the window open every night of the year, even if it's just cracked a bit to allow some of that orgasmic arctic air to cool my pillows) but mostly, he sleeps under a sheet and a cotton blanket. With his two thin pillows. While I'm a foot away under four layers of down and with five pillows, constantly throwing off and then regathering covers and shuffling pillows.
And this, my dears, is why Old Married Couples sometimes opt to sleep in separate beds.
We shall not even discuss my snoring.
So. There you have a picture of our bed right now. As Mr. Moon was leaving today I said, "I might even have to turn the heat on tonight."
He looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
"And you know I'm getting The Duck out."
"That's a no-brainer," he said. And then he sighed.
I will not be turning the heat on tonight. I know that.
But I will be sleeping on clean sheets with five pillows and The Duck. And Zeke, the smallest dog, whom Mr. Moon has allowed back in the bed ever since Miss Betty got murdered because my heart was broken and I needed Zeke to sleep with. Mr. Moon does not like to sleep with Zeke because if Zeke touches him, he sweats. He sweats if The Duck touches him, he sweats if my pillows fall on him and he sweats if Zeke touches him.
"How did you sleep last night?" we ask each other in the morning. And truly- we are curious. Plus, we want to tell each other how many times WE woke up due to hot flashes or the dog or the pillows or the covers or whatever. It's like the Mr. and Ms. Moon Show every night. We'll have been married twenty-six years at the end of this month and still- here we are- waking each other up and worrying about it because we do truly worry about that. Sometimes, on my most restless nights, I get up and move to the guest room because I don't want to wake that man who needs his sleep. That man I love and who must love me because he's still putting up with this crap.
I tell you something- that man has slayed a lot of dragons for me and that means a lot but after the dragons are mostly slayed, it's the fact that he, with his differently set internal thermostat still sleeps in the same bed with me that puts done to the deal.
Yeah. It's been a good day. Someone was brave enough to come up to me in the library and say hello and it's going to be chilly enough tonight for The Duck and because that sweet man is out of town, Zeke and I can enjoy its seasonally maiden voyage all by ourselves.
But I'll be glad when Mr. Moon is home tomorrow. He'll fuss about The Duck and he'll fuss about the dog, and we'll end up laughing, both of us together in the bed, albeit with different layers of covers over us.
We'll start out, at least, touching at least hands because that's what we do. Maybe not for long, but long enough.
And then we'll both settle into our separate sleep-worlds and he'll have his dreams and I'll have mine but we'll be in the same bed, dreaming them.
I like that. After almost twenty-six years of marriage, I still like that very much.
And I still thank my lucky stars for the opportunity to sleep next to him and wake up the next day and say, "How did you sleep?"
I love him. What can I say?
He just called me to tell me he made it to Orlando safely.
"You forgot your pillow," I said.
"I thought you were bringing it out to me when I was leaving," he said. "Well, it's okay."
"But it's hard to sleep without your own pillow," I told him.
And we talked a bit more and ended up with me saying, "Sleep well. I love you."
"I love you, too," he answered. "You sleep good too."
And there you go. We have our individually assigned tasks. Sleep well.
I recommend you do the same.