Sunday, November 7, 2010

Thanks. And I Mean It

It was mighty nice, as I said, to get that hour of sleep this morning without feeling guilty but dammit, now I'm so tired and it's not even eight o'clock, not that it matters.

I am no damn good at being sick. Not one bit of good.

I watched a sweet, silly movie that had Jeff Bridges in it and that was okay. It sure didn't change the world, that movie, but it was not bad for pure mindless entertainment. The Amateurs.
I got the trash taken and the laundry done and that seemed like I'd dug a ditch from here to China. I let the dogs in and out about one thousand times. I'm still doing it.

I took a bath and read.

I missed Owen so much it hurt. Lily told me that he's patting her back now when she holds him. I remember when my babies first started doing that and I thought I'd die from the sweetness. God but I want to hold Owen close to me. I miss his little hands and his feet and his sturdy legs and the way he looks at me, that smart brain in there just cooking away it's growing so fast. I miss the way he starts speaking in tongues when he's really tired and how he wants to ride on my hip and how when he hears Elvis crow he looks up at me and laughs. I miss how he moves his hand back and forth really fast when he doesn't want something. He has his own sign language and I know it.

I made a big salad and ate it and I could have been eating fried grits for all it mattered. I bet I've had at least ten cups of tea today. Needless to say, I've peed a lot.

I missed Waylon's birthday and a meeting at the Opera House. Freddie was going to come out and film and I had to tell him that he probably shouldn't because this cold is not what you want to have.

But for all of that, it's been a nice day. I talked to my husband and he's having a good time in the woods and the reunion went okay too. "Bunch of old people, mostly," he said, and we laughed. We're not old.
Oh yes, we are.

And everyone has been so nice to me today here. You know what? I haven't spoken face to face with another real human being in two days. But I don't feel lonely. I've spoken to Kathleen today on the phone and also Lily and May. And Jessie. And Lis. And Freddie. So that was fine and really- enough. People on the phone can't see how stupid you look.
"Mama! Do something with that hair!" I can hear Jessie saying.
Not really. Well, maybe. She's always been my fashion instructor.

So okay. It's eight o'clock now. I'm going to bed. My body wants to LAY DOWN and I don't want to do it any place where I'll just have to get up at some point and move.

I'm really bad at being sick.

See you tomorrow. Thanks for coming around today. You've made me feel like I'm still here, even if I am gargoyle-lobotomized, not fit for company and you have no idea how much I appreciate that.


  1. Oh Ms. Moon, I hope you feel better soon.


  2. Hopefully you feel better when you wake up in the morning and get a really good night of peaceful rest.

  3. Good lord! I'm so sorry. This is the first time I've been here today. We've all been pukey and achy here this weekend also.

    I'm so sorry you're feeling puny. I'll check in tomorrow. Rest.
    love you,

  4. So sorry you are under the weather...first cold of the season? Those feel the worst as we have forgotten them from the year before. I would be drinking tea too with a cold...and honey! Get well soon...

    Owen...sweet Owen...he will be your cure...

  5. It was a busy day for me. Hope that you feel better soon. Check up on you tomorrow.

  6. :( Feel better, Ms. Moon. Get some needed rest.

  7. Hope you're feeling better soon.
    Sometimes I would love to just go days and days without having to see anyone face to face. Sometimes people just exhaust me....

  8. It's tough getting sick, but it will pass. I should know. Take care now Ms Moon. You are much loved.

  9. Hopefully you're feeling much better this morning. Just in case the gargoyle's still there, I forgot to tell you about my secret weapon for colds - thyme tea.

    If you have any of the dried herb, you can steep 1 tsp. in a cup of boiling water for 10 minutes, then strain and add lots of honey (it tastes kinda medicinal.) Thyme is naturally antibacterial and it eases sore throats, bronchial spasms and sinus problems. You can drink up to 3 cups per day.

    I'm not sure it's as good as ibuprofen and tequila, but it's worth a try...

  10. Hope today finds you feeling better. I'm terrible at being sick too, mostly because it just pisses me off so much. Even in your gargoyle-lobotomized state, you make more sense than most people I know. Get well soon!

  11. hope you woke up feeling much much better this morning.

    I owe you a novel of comment love..

  12. Michelle- Me too. I am starting to get weary of this.

    Mrs. A- Thank-you, honey.

    Rebecca- I have been sleeping like the dead. Only the dreaming dead.
    Crazy dreams.

    Ms. Fleur- Only check in by phone. You do not want this shit.

    Ellen- Yep. I usually get one cold a year. Here it is.

    Syd- I can't even remember what it's like to be busy. Sort of makes me want to cry to think about that.

    Nicol- Still resting. Thanks.

    Kaylen- It is not a sacrifice on my part to be alone. I'm weird.

    Elisabeth- I have been thinking about you and how long you've been laid up.

    Leslie- I think I might have some thyme. I'll go check.

    Mel- At least as much sense as I usually make, which is to say- not a whole hell of a lot.

    deb- You owe me nothing, sweet woman. Thanks.

  13. You are definitely here, Ms. Moon, and I am grateful for it!


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