Saturday, May 11, 2013

I have to come back to Nashville sometime to be a tourist. I grew up in a tourist town and I respect the tourist and I know how to be a good one and Nashville seems to have some real fine stuff going on which requires deep tourist concentration.
We made it downtown for lunch today because Mr. Moon went to college and was a fishing buddy of a guy who's done real well in the restaurant and movie catering business and we wanted to eat at his newest restaurant which is called The Southern Steak and Oyster and it was fine.
Here's their website.
I got a salad called the Bless Your Heart. I'm not kidding you. It was delicious.
Here's a picture I took of the open kitchen. The restaurant is just a really nice space to be in.


There are hints of the classical architecture you see all over Nashville along with strong nods to the local agricultural culture. It is classy, y'all. And beautiful. And there was a little jazzy trio of violinist, bass player and guitar player playing right there during lunch on a Saturday. 
Like I said- classy. 

But this trip wasn't the time to get to be a tourist. This trip was about family and a wedding and we went to the wedding this afternoon. 
It's been a wedding year for us, hasn't it?
This wedding was in a church and the last time I was in that church was for a funeral but it was a different situation and it was a lovely wedding. The bride was, as all brides should be, radiant and gorgeous and I watched the groom's face as his bride walked down the aisle to him and he was as stunned with love as any groom should be and that's what I look for in a wedding. 

And so it is done. Another couple has been united and I wish them all the love and all the joy in the world and my wish for them is that their love will endure through all that life has to offer. People wouldn't cry at weddings if the promises being made weren't so fucking profoundly impossible to keep. And to be able to keep them and to abide in love throughout a lifetime is a miracle. 
I would wish for them that miracle.

Well, it's getting on time for bed and tomorrow we're going to meet up with some of the kin for breakfast and then hit the road. I am not looking forward to that drive but it'll be okay. It'll be okay. No one ever died because their butt and hips hurt in a car. Which, I suppose, is the bottom line.
Hahahaha!

And I'm looking forward to going home. I miss my house and I miss getting up and seeing cardinals at the feeder and hearing the chickens out in the henhouse clucking to be let out. I miss my trees and my flowers and my porches and my garden. I miss my own coffee pot. I miss all of that so very much and I miss my grandsons so much that it doesn't even bear speaking of. Getting up and going down to the lobby to see CNN on TV screens is just not soothing to the soul. But it's been a good trip. Family is family and I am lucky to be a part of this one, the one I married in to. There are some good hearts here. Some real good hearts.
And I have been reminded that, as Yoko Ono said a long time ago, everyone has a story to tell. 
That's just the damn truth. 

So many stories. I love them. Yours too. I mean it.

Love...Ms. Moon

7 comments:

  1. A salad called "Bless Our Hearts"? That is just cosmic. Safe travels home!

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  2. How fitting and funny that they had a salad by that name and that you ordered it. It seems like Mr Moon's family are fine people. I wish you a comfortable as possible trip home. Sweet Jo

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  3. Sounds wonderful -- and I'll be happy to see Lloyd again when you return.

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  4. I think my favorite line here is: People wouldn't cry at weddings if the promises being made weren't so fucking profoundly impossible to keep.

    Oh, the humans. We struggle and we hope.

    Safe travels.

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  5. I'm generally ready to come home after visiting with people for a couple of days. I need my solitude, I guess. Glad that you enjoyed the wedding. And I am grateful to be with the same person that I married those years ago.

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  6. Nashville. It's on my bucket list of places to see. Sigh. Travel safe, although I'm 14 posts behind and you are undoubtedly already home, safe and sound.

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