Boy-oh-boy, I got nothing this morning. It's gray as crap out there, the ceiling of the sky oppressively low, and I feel like we're all getting mashed by it which is really not how I like to think of the sky and its purpose.
I talked to my brother who lives out in Washington state last night and he insists that our Mother frequently talked to him about happy times in her life. I have been wracking my brain to try and remember some and although I can remember a few isolated moments, it's not a Big Picture kind of thing and so I wrote my brother this morning and asked him to relate a few of those happy times.
I do remember once when my mother was freshly divorced from the my evil stepfather and she met me and Mr. Moon in Key West and we had a good time. We really did. Lily was nine months old and just starting to walk and in fact, took her first steps in a restaurant down there and the whole staff was cheering her on as she drunken-toddler-walked across the floor. Also, Mother enjoyed a pina colada or two every evening and that, as far as I can remember, was her only drinking experience in my presence and in fact, she is adamantly opposed to alcohol consumption due to her years with my father, the Professional Drunk. But down there in Key West she threw caution to the winds and truly did enjoy those pina coladas. So that's a good memory. She was there for the best meal I ever ate which was some dolphin (the fish, not the porpoise) that Mr. Moon had caught and I fried and we ate it with nothing but delicious bread and had about 3/4's of a key lime pie for dessert. Fish, bread, pie. Yep. Best meal I ever ate.
That is one really fine unsullied memory and I'm glad I have it. She was happy on that trip.
I know she must have been happy when my baby brothers were born but mostly what I remember from those times is a darkness. She lost three babies in her life and every pregnancy was fraught with fear for her. I remember when she was about to have my brother Chuck and she showed me some new pink sheets she'd bought and told me to put those on the bed when she came home from the hospital if the baby lived.
I was twelve years old.
Haha! Good times!
And so forth.
Well, I am not in mood to go back and dwell on any of it right now. I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for but some key lime pie would not hurt. The Canadians are coming in tonight and I have some more cleaning to do. This trip to Dog Island may turn out to be a little funky. It's supposed to rain tomorrow and then get cold. It probably won't be that cold to the Canadians and I'm sure this will be a main topic of conversation.
Maybe I'll make us a key lime pie while we're there. Why not? No TV, no wifi, and we certainly won't be swimming. Maybe pina coladas should be involved. Hell if I know.