Monday, June 24, 2013

It's All Prayer, Baby

I'm a nutcase. We can be pretty sure this is true. As proof I offer the fact that I had three entire days mostly to myself and instead of doing any one of a myriad of amazing things (working on a novel, finishing a quilt for Owen that I started about eighteen months ago, plucking my eyebrows, figuring out a new reader for the blogs I love, learning Instagram- these all spring to mind) I weeded a patch of garden that was really not that huge but which took hours and hours and hours. Over the course of three days.
For no real apparent reason. So we can plant the okra? Okay. Whatever.
So now that patch is weeded and my body aches and my hands are about to fall off my wrists (those were some pretty big weeds) and so what? So WHAT? I don't even want to take a picture and show you because all it is now is a bare piece of earth and it's not like a quarter of an acre or anything and I feel sort of stupid.
But there you are and there you have it and I did it.
Maybe I just needed on some deep, spiritual level to get down on my knees in the dirt and I have done that and maybe that's all that needs to be said about it.

I did do a few other things. I took care of the boys yesterday and I picked those blackberries and I made this salad last night:

That was pretty much worth three days of weeding, not that the weeding had any direct relation to that tomato but that salad was worth three days of almost anything and if I'd had the mozzarella, it would have been worth ten days of anything so there is that.

Anyway, Mr. Moon will be home tomorrow and I'll be mighty glad to see him although I have to admit that I am ridiculously content to be by myself and that is no reflection on him, it's just the way I'm wired. I haven't left Lloyd since Friday and I don't know that I'll be leaving tomorrow either. I have coffee and bananas. What the fuck do I need to go to Tallahassee for? I not only have coffee and bananas, I have tomatoes and basil in the garden, and eggs galore and beans in the cabinet and venison in the freezer if I should start to feel a lack of protein, and flour and sourdough starter if I need bread.
I also have the bluebirds and the hawk which comes in every evening at sunset to fly around my backyard and my chickens to cluck around the house all day long keeping me company. I have the World Wide Web. I have a telephone and ice cubes and books to read with my eyes and with my ears. I have a turtle friend.

I'm good.

I'm sort of thinking I wish I had a kitten but I banish the desire with the knowledge that a kitten grows up to be a cat and cats kill birds if you let them go outside and if you don't, they require a litter box. Which I have no desire to deal with on any level so I probably don't need a kitten.

But it WILL be nice to have that giant man back. I did laundry for the first time today since he left and when I pulled his pants out of the dryer to fold I was amazed, once again, at how long his legs are. Thirty years together and he's still amazing me. That's a good thing.

All right. Enough. The evening is young. I could still end this time-to-myself in some crazy way such as burning incense and lighting candles and dancing in the hallway to this.

Whoo-hoo indeed, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I think you've inspired me to weed.

    Also, I want tomato, basil and mozzarella salad. Now.

  2. Dance away, Mrs. Moon. Dance with contentment.

  3. The beautiful thing about time to yourself is you don't have to answer to ANYBODY for how you spend it. So weeding, dancing, making tomato salads, whatever! It's all good!

  4. You are so full of life and wonder. In my next life I'd be happy to come back even as one of your dogs, just to see you dance and dig into the earth.

  5. Sounds to me like you needed some time to watch you butt, and that's exactly what you did. Weeding can be very meditative. Thanks for all of your wonderful words and sharing yourself with us!

  6. Yah, what Steve said. I have no trouble being alone. Of course, I'm hardly ever really alone cause my husband is here but we hardly ever are even in the same room together until about 8PM when I migrate to the living room.

    PS. don't know if you saw my comment on those flowers. they are spanish or mexican hydrangea, clerodendrum bungei. even goats won't eat it says one source.

  7. Nicol- I hope your garden is not a sprouted hay field which is what mine was.

    Denise- I was too tired to dance but loved watching Mick do it.

    Steve Reed- Exactly, my friend!

    Andrea- Oh Lord. No. Even Owen gets bored with me. But you're sweet.

    Suz- Thank you for coming by and commenting.

    Ellen Abbott- I am so grateful for your research!

  8. Insalata caprese is delicious. And I can just eat plain tomatoes and be so happy.


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