After I'd done some preliminary mopping up with towels and taken my first load of rugs to the washer, I went out to the porch to find the early morning light doing beautiful things in the backyard.
The top picture is of the illuminated orange-red berries on the cone of the Ashe Magnolia and the bottom picture is just shadows and light and if you click on it, you might see the dew-bedazzled spider web hanging there.
So I was thinking that I'd take a lovely walk but before I got my loins girded for that, it began to thunder to the southeast and now it's raining so no walk today. I did take my trash and recycle so yeah, I've pretty much done a day's work.
Mr. Moon and I talked to Mrs. Jessie on the phone last night and because she is Jessie and the boss of us all, she told both of us that we must go out on a date tonight. We have been given the word, y'all. And we're supposed to dress-up. I love being given marital advice from my five-months married daughter but she's right. We need to do that, Mr. Moon and I. We used to go out every Friday night of the year unless Christmas fell on a Friday and if it did, I was pissed because I loved those dates. I looked forward to them all week long. And they're probably why my husband and I have been married for almost 29 years now. We'd get dressed up and I'd wear my hair down and put on my arm-full of silver bracelets and we'd go have drinks and dinner and then sometimes we'd dance and we'd be foolish and teenagerish and it was so much fun. We had that one window during the week where we weren't Mom and Dad, we were simply Mary and Glen and sometimes we rode in the convertible and sometimes we didn't but we always felt young again, free(ish) again, and to a certain extent, beautiful. It was a weekly reminder of WHY we were married, why we were parents, and a renewal of that lusty bond which had brought us together in the first place.
And now we're so much older and lazier and it's just so much easier to have a porch martini and a supper right here but sometimes, well, it IS a good idea to go to the trouble to dress up, to put on the silver jewelry, the sparkly eye-shadow, to let someone else mix the drink, cook the supper, clean up. And so, because it's a good thing and mostly because Jessie ordered us, we will do that tonight, I think. As I told Mr. Moon a few weeks ago, if I had thought it difficult to transform myself from Mother into Girlfriend, it is infinitely harder to go from being Grandmother to Girlfriend. I mean...think about it. It almost seems absurd, especially within the confines and definitions of our culture but shitfire! Boppy and MerMer are still Glen and Mary and although it's incredibly easy to just lay back on our heels and accept the roles of grandmother and grandfather which are precious and wonderful, I think that while we're still capable of making the effort, we probably should.
Now and then at least.
The rain has subsided and I should put my walking clothes BACK on and get my ass out there. We shall see. We shall see what this day holds. Already it's held a spewing toilet, a sudden rainstorm, sunlight shining on leaves, the sweet peeping of B.B. in the chicken coop as she scratches and eats with her mama, the constant running of the washer and dryer, the throaty croak of a grateful frog, the mournful cry of a dove.
I hope it's a good day for all of you.
Happy Friday, y'all.