The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

Friday, November 23, 2012

Done In By Pecan Pie, Saved By Muddy Waters And Keith Richards

Oh, god. The HANGOVER!
Not alcohol-induced. No. Food. Food hangover.
I was doing fine. Just fine. Until that piece of pecan pie.
What in god's name was I thinking?
As I ate that piece of pecan pie I said, "This is probably the nail in the coffin of my Thanksgiving."
And it was.
I had survived the whole day of the party and the babysitting and the getting ready and then the party itself and I was fine, fine, fine. I got up yesterday morning absolutely enchanted with the idea that I did not have to get a turkey in the oven or coordinate the dinner and it felt as luxurious as floating down the Nile on a barge, reclining in silk.

I made a lovely breakfast with eggs and the remains of the veggie tray and a small amount of the vast amount of cheese I had purchased at the Costco for some reason, having lost my mind in there, obviously, buying bricks and cement blocks of cheese for the party and for the Thanksgiving Day celebration and I have enough cheese left here for the rest of the year and beyond, oh, maybe until my birthday which is at the end of July.

Costco is evil.

Not evil like Walmart, although they may be that too, I don't know but evil in that they trick you into buying cartloads of vast quantities of things you really do not need or even want.

So where was I? Oh yeah, breakfast yesterday which turned into lunch, actually, and then next thing you knew it was time to go to Lily's and I finally got my mother on the phone after having left her messages which she never got, of course, and she was hurt and angry and no, she did not want to come to Lily's for Thanksgiving, she didn't want to have anything to do with any of us and I don't blame her because she thought we'd all forgotten her entirely and left her to the devices of the facility and she was going to take a nap, that was it.

Sigh.

Lily and Jason had everything so under control that I wondered why it was always so hard for me. There were maybe forty-five casseroles and rolls and Jason was smoking the turkey and we sat outside and Owen entertained us while dinner finished cooking and then Hank called his grandma and she grudgingly accepted his offer to come and get her and so he did and I think she was pretty happy about that when she got there and stuff like this started happening.


Thank god for babies, right?

Lily's dinner was perfect and I ate a reasonable amount until that piece of pie pushed me over the edge of and off the cliff of reasonableness although Mother managed to eat an entire other Thanksgiving Dinner including the CHOCOLATE pecan pie with no seeming ill effects. We cleaned up some and then Mr. Moon and I took Mother home and then we came home and I was cranky and went to bed at about eight-fifteen and slept from about eight-forty-five until seven this morning which is almost a personal record.

I still feel stuffed and Mr. Moon and Jason are already back home from hunting this morning and yes, they got two deer, meat for the freezer and they're out there with knives and whatever it is they use to clean deer and I AM NOT GOING OUT THERE, no way.

I don't want to move today or cook or do one damn thing. Is there a Real Housewives of Beverly Hills marathon on because that would be about perfect.

Sigh.

I should go take a walk. There is no reasonable excuse not to. I did take a tiny walk last night with Owen and his other grandmother after supper. We were hunting for owls and Owen carried the flashlight and delighted in the shadows we cast and when we saw a man walking a labrador he opined that it was not a dog, but a coyote and that it was a baby and it had lost it's family and was very sad.
We didn't see any owls, but it was a very sweet walk and really, yes, I should go take a real one now in the daylight but that pecan pie seems to have paralyzed my legs or maybe it's not the pecan pie at all, it's just the overwhelming muchness of it all, the past three days.
I need to go to the library too. Everyone should be at the mall, right? And Walmart? If I go the backroads, perhaps I can avoid some of that crazed traffic.
Christmas.
Shee-it.
May was talking about Christmas on Wednesday night while we were getting ready for the party and I said, "I am in complete denial about Christmas and I would really like not to discuss that now."

So yes, while everyone else has lost their mind and is in the Walmart and Target and mall knocking over other patrons to get to the microfiber fleece jackets on sale for $12.99 or the DVD players or whatever the HELL it is they feel compelled to buy, I might manage to go to the library.
God knows I never need to eat again.

Ever. In this lifetime.

Do you realize we still have oysters?
And of course...cheese.

But wait. Oh god. Wait.
Thank god for the internet because since I started writing this I have discovered and WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS? SOMEONE IS NOT DOING THEIR JOB!!! there is a documentary of the Rolling Stones which has been playing on HBO (which I fucking have) for a week now, a WEEK! and it's going to be on today and also tonight and so yes, I have reason to live and I also discovered a video of some old footage from the eighties which is of the Stones playing with Muddy Waters and it's so cool that if humans decided to send a definition of cool into outer space so that aliens would know what cool is, this would be what they would send.

Maybe. Well, if I was in charge.











Yeah. It's long. You probably won't watch it. I don't care. I might watch it again.

And so, once again, I have been saved by the power and the glory of music and one of the best things about this video is that it was filmed at the Checkerboard Lounge in Chicago and although I've never been there, I've been to plenty of other places enough like it that I know that vibe, I know that woman carrying glasses around that Keith hugs before he goes on stage. I know what she sounds like when she says, "Baby," and it's as cool and as music as Muddy when he sings, "Baby, let me be your dog," and of course more so than when Mick sings it which is still cooler than anything I'll ever say or sing.

All right. I swear to god, I have written this sober even though it surely doesn't sound like it.
If you are new here and have no idea what my obsession with Keith Richards is about that is okay. I don't know what it's about either.

Happy Day After Thanksgiving, y'all.
Step away from the pie.

Love...Ms. Moon Who Would Be Your Dog




11 comments:

Petit fleur said...

Happy Thanksgiving.

The party sounds like a grand one. Glad you were visited by the spirits or mystic energy or whatever. That's a fine experience and memory to keep.

I've noticed the Stones are enjoying a resurgence. I'm sure their lives together make a fascinating quilt.
Enjoy it! (We, of course do not have HBO) so I will have to hear about it here, on BOH. :-)
xo

Radish King said...

Mary, I say we give a nod to Beethoven and the Equinox and then entirely skip December even as it travels around us and skims through us with its awful music and its terrible trimmings. Even the kid last night suggested we go to the ocean and have pizza for the C word.
love,
Rebecca

janzi said...

great track, thank you for sharing, remembering how we all looked when younger, god they were very good looking... Time is an awful taker away!!! hope you feeling much better by now, all the best Janzi

michelle said...

OMG I watched the whole thing while I ate the last piece of pumpkin pie.

Awesome

I knew Keith was gonna swig right outta that bottle of Makers Mark when I saw him open it.

The 4 of them up there are cooler than cool.

I saw Keith 30 years ago in a little airport in Jamaica. He said he liked my T-shirt.

swoon

xoxoxo

Young at Heart said...

oh happy thanks giving..... we had a night of Stones shows on TV last week and there's more to come!!

Jo said...

Yup, you sound a wee bit less than sober, alright. Foodtoxicated, clearly!

I'm glad your mother relented.

My mother used to d othanksgiving when I was a kid and I loved it, but I just can't quite manage to pull it out of the bag here, too much effort, not enough interest.

I should, but... meh. We made pizza last night and were implicitly grateful for that. I would have loved to be at your party, though. Cheese and sweet babies!

Ms. Moon said...

Ms. Fleur- It's their fiftieth anniversary as a band- thus the hue and cry.

Madame King- That sounds perfect to me. Absolutely. Why celebrate a damn month in which John Lennon was taken from us? That's another thing I hate about December.

Janzi- I am recovering slowly and surely. Thank you, dear. And yes, time is NOT on our side, dammit!

Michelle- He was probably hoping you would take the shirt off and give it to him. Hee-hee! I love that you love my Keith. He can be yours too.

Young At Heart- I need to start paying attention!

Jo- Homemade pizza is the best meal ever in my book so there you go!

Syd said...

I laughed at the food coma--done in by the pecan pie! I actually ate some stuffing which pretty much did me in. Not used to eating any kind of bread stuff. But I recovered and had a glorious walk yesterday, finding some nice sharks teeth, and then pulled up the anchor and headed back to the marina. It was a nice three days but I was glad to get home to see my love. And the dog was glad to get back to snooze on the doggy bed in front of the fire.

Ms. Moon said...

Syd- It's the one, last thing that'll get you! I'm glad you got to go out on the water. I'm glad you got to come home!

heartinhand said...

Loved that video! The guy playing harmonica?! Yikes, how awesome was that?

Steve Reed said...

Glad Thanksgiving went well! If there's one day for too much pie, that is it.

I just don't get Black Friday at all. Here in Britain it's apparently Boxing Day, the day after Christmas, that constitutes insane shopping. I stay home then too.