To me, it looks a hell of a lot tidier and I'm mostly the one who's looking.
I stuck two of my beloved giant begonia leaves in a blue pot of nice dirt to see if I can start yet another plant. This is like my life's mission. Starting giant begonia plants. There are worse missions.
Mr. Moon went to a basketball game this afternoon in town after he delivered four fresh, dressed squirrels to Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw but he's also been working on his Cutlass convertible.
He got it started this moring which is very exciting and maybe by tomorrow night we'll be able to take a sunset cruise in it to the lake which is one of my favorite things to do. It growls as it eats up the road, that car. It's such a big old American beauty. One day maybe we'll drive it across the country. I bought two memory foam pillows yesterday at the Costco in hopes that they would be good to sit on because I am not good at sitting for long periods of time and I refuse to allow that to prevent us from our Great American Road Trip Dream. We shall see.
I started my little picture-word journal last night. I am using a beautiful journal that my dear friend Lon gave me TWELVE YEARS AGO and which I have never written so much as one word in up 'til now. He inscribed it "To Mary Moon on her birthday for her thoughts." Here's what I wrote this morning.
Maybe in a hundred years I'll be able to draw and you'll be able to tell what it is I'm drawing. Maybe. I don't really care. It is bringing me pleasure. I was inspired by Deirdre whose blog I would link but I think it's private. Which is too bad because Deirdre is an amazing writer and an amazing artist as well.
But anyway, thank-you, Lon for the gift of the journal and we'll see what I do with it and most of all, thank you for the gift of your friendship all of these years. Lon and his beautiful wife, who is my darling Lis and whom I speak of all the time, have a what's-going-on-in-the-area's-music-news blog HERE.
It's worth going to just for the artwork.
I've been listening to a lot of NPR today as I have moved gently from yard to house and back to yard. I heard an interview with David Goldhill who has written a book called How American Health Care Killed My Father. There's an article he wrote for the Atlantic which you can read HERE.
Ironically, while I was listening to the interview I got a text from Lily saying that Jason had gone to the doctor about his foot but that they had refused to see him saying that his insurance was inactive, even though they are still taking money out of his check for it. If you aren't already convinced that the health care and insurance systems in America are totally fucking nuts, go read the article.
Another thing I heard on NPR was THIS about the death of the founder of PFLAG, Jeanne Manford. I feel a great deal of admiration and even love for this woman whom I had never heard about until today. For those of you who may not know, PFLAG is an organization for the parents and families and friends of gays and lesbians. And transgendered and bisexual, too. She was amazing. She was a mother. She loved her son Morty and he was gay and she didn't think there was anything wrong with that. She was a national hero and I, for one, am powerfully moved by her story and she's one of those examples of how one person can make a huge difference in this world simply by powerful love.
And speaking of powerful love, I want to tell you that if you haven't been reading Nancy, you should be. She is an incredibly gifted writer and she has a story to tell. Here's the candle I have burning for her and her daughter, Nicole, in my library.
Nicole died five years ago yesterday and Nancy writes with majestic grace about her daughter and her illness, her dying, her death. And her life. Her words have enriched my life.
Well, I guess that about covers it. The bread is about ready to come out of the oven and the beans are done. I'll throw a salad together and that will be supper. I wish I'd made a pie. For some reason, I am craving pie. Cherry pie or apple, key lime or chocolate cream. Doesn't matter. But I haven't made one. That's about the only regret I have for today and honey, believe me, I can live with that one.