Here it is.
It's definitely written from the POV of a man and it's not terribly deep or heavy but in a way it is exactly those two things, even in its humor, its ridiculousness. I'm not a book reviewer and so I'm not going to try and review it but I'll just say that for anyone who has been divorced or anyone who feels they have made some really bad life choices or for anyone who thought, at one perfect moment of their lives that their lives were always going to be special and shiny and who then found out that no, not at all...it'll ring true.
Yeah. I liked it. It caught me up and it carried me right along and it was easy to read. (I hate using the word "read" as a noun. You may possibly never catch me calling a book a "good read.")
So we're going to Apalachicola. The Gibson Inn is having some special in that if you eat dinner in their dining room one night, you get a night free. This sounds rather desperate but their dining room has been closed forever and they finally got a new chef so I guess they're trying for word-of-mouth. I'm happy. We love the Gibson Inn. I haven't begun to pack yet because that is the most stressful thing in the world for me. Okay. That's a lie. There are a million things which are at least as stressful as packing in my tortured little brain but packing is right up there. Mr. Moon is going to bring saws and trimming devices and I guess I'll bring my overalls so that I can help him although he claims I don't have to. But why not? I can haul palm fronds. I can do that. And who knows? Maybe I'll even do a little Christmas shopping.
I am feeling extremely blessed right now. I think that word is vastly overused. "Have a blessed day!" and so forth, but I am. Feeling that way. It's so odd how, when life presents me with the overwhelming evidence of the richness and just plain goodness of my life, I get so freaked out. I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop- the proof that I don't deserve such goodness. I doubt I will ever change in this regard. And that makes me very sad because as I have said so many times, there is nothing I believe more than the holy importance of recognizing that which is good and appreciating it deeply. I am sure this has to do with my childhood (and what doesn't?) and it's so deeply ingrained that although I can recognize that this is not a particularly valid response to that which is joyful, it is how I respond viscerally.
Well, I have my moments of sheer and unadulterated joy and by god, I hope to experience a few of them this weekend whether they come when I am sitting at a bar drinking a martini and wearing sparkly eye shadow and looking at the man with whom I share this rich life or whether I am working with him on the property we bought so many years ago and in which we have invested so many hopes and dreams of living together on, watching the dolphins play in our backyard as we drink our morning coffee.
Okay. I better go pack.
I'll be reporting in with pictures and everything.
Much love and happy Friday...Ms. Moon