Sunday, November 28, 2010
Ah man. It's been a lovely day.
In the new-way of communications I got a facebook message from an old friend for Mr. Moon to check his cell phone for a message and Mr. Moon did and via that, I got a message from my friend Lisa-Lisa, Beautiful-Redheaded Lisa Whom We Adore, whose husband is the person who left the facebook message.
Anyway, Lisa and her husband and two friends were on their way home from Tallahassee where they'd watched the football game and wanted to stop by and yes! yes! YES! I love Lisa and her husband and I know one of the friends and I love her too and the other friend was a joy to meet and it was so fabulous, having them here for a bit.
Lisa is the sort of friend whom I can get together with after years of not getting together with and all we have to do is hug and smell each other and that's it- we're back. We're there. We're right on the same page.
Dang, I love that girl.
So that was awesome and I gave everyone a bowl of turkey soup and then Ms. Fleur came over with Harley and I gave Harley some soup and we all caught up a bit and then they had to go but Lord, it was fine to see them when they were here. I met Lisa when Jessie was four years old and now Jessie can legally buy alcohol and Lisa has an almost-four-year-old and an almost-six-year-old, and babies- time flies.
PAY ATTENTION! I AM NOT KIDDING!
After they left I studied some lines and hell, I've almost memorized like two whole pages! Only sixty-nine to go! No problem! Shee-it. What? Me worry? Get on wid your bad self.
So it's been a really good day.
And I went out to shut the chickens up and noticed that the sky was streaked like an agate and so I took some pictures.
It started out like the one at the top and then it went to these:
Is there a word for pink/orange/gold?
It gets better:
Had to get a shot of the mistletoe growing in the bare pecan branches:
And finally, it ended up in some crazy swirl of color.
The whole world looked drenched in gold. Damn. It was gorgeous. My pictures don't begin to give it justice.
And I came in and made Mr. Moon some oyster stew with the rest of the oysters and although it wasn't just like his mama made it, he said it did credit to the oysters. And he's off to a basketball game and I'm going to go put my leg up and ice the knee some more and tomorrow I get to go see Owen whom I miss with a deep-bone intensity.
Yeah. It's been a good day. I hope yours has been too.