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

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

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Saturday Morning

I have just done my dietary duty by eating a bowl of oatmeal with grated apples and raisins cooked in it.
Okay. That's done. I can get on with my day now.

The sun is pouring light onto the part of the planet where I am this morning. It's so strong that I wonder if there's any light left for where you live. I'm sure there are many, many people around here who are thrilled with the weather due to the fact that today is the FSU/UF football game which is like the Biggest Day Of The Year here in Football World and of course, I would have no idea of that whole thing except that people keep talking about it. I could not possibly care less about football. Seriously. I'm trying to think of another way I could care less and I simply cannot.
I'd rather polish silver than watch football. I'd rather clean the grout in the shower. I'd rather dig a ditch. I would find it infinitely more fascinating to pick the fleas off a dog than to watch football.
I don't have anything against it and yes, I do know the rules, mostly, and I'm happy if those guys down on the field are having a good time but it has nothing to do with me. Nothing whatsoever.
But that's just me. I do not have that gene.
Plus- there's that whole crowd thing. Yuck. Crowds. Two people shot each other in the Walmart parking lot a few miles from here yesterday. I think they were arguing over a parking space.
They did not die. I guess I'm glad of that. I'm also really glad I wasn't there.
Phew!
Guess those people didn't end up getting their holiday shopping done, seeing as how they were in the hospital. I mean...when you pull a gun on someone it's just pretty obvious that your next step is not going to be purchasing the flat screen of your dreams. Am I right?
I think so.

Anyway, la-di-dah and I do have to go to town again because the library is now open and also, we are almost out of cat food and I'm a little afraid of Ballsy, that giant feral cat who hangs out here and eats. He might attack me and take a leg off if I don't fill up the food bowl. I guess that Mr. Moon is going to watch the game and he still has some oysters left and I bought two avocados yesterday to make guacamole to go with the forty-five pounds of organic blue tortilla chips we have left from the party. That should do it, right? I feel we may have people here to watch the game seeing as how we have satellite and some of our neighbor/friends do not. Do you know that you can't get cable in Lloyd? Or pizza delivery? Oh well.
I am very grateful for the fact that we do have satellite because how else would I watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, not to mention things like Crossfire Hurricane? I was fairly astounded watching that film last night. They got one hell of a lot of culture in there in the one hour and forty minutes it ran. Lots and lots of never-before-seen (at least by me!) film of very early Stones. Despite the fact that I've read Keith's autobiography at least three times I had never really gotten the incredible risk those boys put themselves in every time they played. They absolutely incited riots. Or, people WANTED to riot and the Stones gave them opportunity. It was a riotous time and I don't mean funny-riotous, I mean people-out-in-the-streets-trying-to-kill-cops riotous. It was just an insane time.
But I thought the film maker did an excellent job and it was truly something, watching it, being reminded of what it was like to be young back then, watching the world just absolutely turn itself inside out and set on fire. And my god! The fear and anger that the older generation projected upon those skinny little long-haired, lipsticked boys whose only power lay in the music they played. MUSIC!
There was very, very little about the Stones and their women. That was just not discussed. Plenty of discussion of the drug use. Brian Jone's death. Yep.
And then...the very last bit was footage of Mick and Keith and Ron and Charlie (god bless Charlie- what an amazing gentle-man!) playing their new song Gloom and Doom and it was so obvious that it always was and still is, at the very, very basic bottom, about the music and the joy of doing what they have been doing so uniquely and well for fifty years. Mick looks great and he can still wiggle that bum of his and at one point Keith knelt down on the front of the stage to play for the folks and I said, "Ah- but will he be able to get back up?" and he did, quite gracefully.
That's as astounding as anything, if you ask me. I think that despite all the drug use and hard wear those bodies have gone through, they've never been overweight and nothing will tear your knees up like being overweight and so at least they've got that going for them.
Haha!
And a lesson to us all.
I can't wait to watch it again. There was just way too much in there to absorb at one sitting.
I did not move off the couch once the entire time it was on. I NEVER sit still that long. But I didn't want to miss a lick.

Well, good morning. I can hear the drone of the plane shooting radar over the section of the interstate between here and Tallahassee. The highway patrol cars will be lined up like people waiting to get into Target under the overpass, just waiting to pull out and go arrest speeders. It's not just the retail establishments that make big book on the weekend after Thanksgiving around here. It's time to let the chickens out and get to town and get back before the true insanity begins. I'm sure they're already tail-gaitin' wherever it is they tailgate and beers, as we speak, are being cracked and bloody mary's are being mixed and meat is grilling and, oh hell. I have no idea. None whatsoever. People do just love to congregate wearing their gladiators' colors to drink and eat and make merry. Some people do it at Jimmy Buffett concerts and some people do it at football games.
And some people don't do it at all.

Lily's going to bring the boys out in awhile and we'll make merry right here, playing fun pretend stuff and eating fun snacks. And hopefully, my sourdough will rise.

Have a beautiful day, y'all, whatever it is you're doing.

I'm in a good mood. Keith Richards is still alive and I am not going to drive on the interstate OR go to Walmart and it's lovely sunny.

I guess that about sums it up.

Love...Ms. Moon







8 comments:

Jill said...

Glad to have checked in and found a new dose of Mer Mer.

I thought the same thing about the people shooting each other at walmart. Duh! Not going to get much shopping done now you idiots!

You have a beautiful day too.

heartinhand said...

The sun is trying to shine real hard up here in northern Alberta, Canada, it's just starting to rise above the trees. I hope you have a wonderful day!

ellen abbott said...

Well, I'm having another Saturday at the antique store with no customers. the grandkids are coming later to prowl through the shops around the square with their money from selling some of the pecans and the contents of my change jar. it's a beautiful day though so you're not hogging ALL the sun. And is that your porch in the header? yes it is. I love that porch! the only thing I don't like about this house in the country is no porch.

Elizabeth said...

I read somewhere that the CEO of Walmart makes over 17 million a year in salary, and that most workers make barely $8.00 an hour which puts them in the food stamp category. Basically, then, we're subsidizing the CEO's salary. That's reason enough to NEVER go to Walmart.

I'm with you on the football. I'd pick ticks off a dog sooner than watch a game.

Don't I sound pleasant this morning?

Ms. Moon said...

Jill- Right? Like- is this the old west where you can pull out a gun, shoot someone and then go into the salon and have a drink? No. It is not.

Heartinhand- It WAS a beautiful day. And still is. Thank you, honey.

Ellen Abbott- Sounds like fun to me. And I have porches to spare. And I love and use them all.

Elizabeth- We, as American taxpayers, subsidize Walmart entirely. Have you ever read Nickel And Dimed? That's an eye-opener.

Mel said...

Well Happy Saturday to you too. Football is not in my genes either. I can't sit and watch it, I'll do dishes first, then laundry.

I love my cable too. I watched American Masters - James Taylor and Carole King at the Troubadour, and it was like re-living my life. It was wonderful. It made me smile and cry and be so happy for the music I've had in my life. I know you know what I mean.

Hope your day was as good as mine.

xo

Steve Reed said...

I am in complete agreement about football. It is not possible for me to care less. Even the SOUND of a football game gives me the willies.

That Stones documentary sounds fascinating. I've always been more Beatles than Stones, but I can admire anyone who's done what they do for so long, and so well. And I admire the fact that they kept their act together while the Beatles self-destructed.

Syd said...

I don't have the football gene either. In fact, I don't have many sports genes, except maybe cycling and sailing and horseback riding. The team sports rah rah shit just leaves me perplexed. I guess it is an awakening of the gladiator mentality which I obviously did not inherit. My ancient ancestors must have been navigators instead of gladiators.