I don't think it froze last night and thus, all of my plant protective measures were taken in vain and now I need to go uncover everything, remove the burden of sheets and tablecloths from the green stems and leaves. It seemed so bitter last night before I went to bed but now the sun is shining and cutting through the chill, the dogs lay in the warm spots on the porch, their old blind eyes closed in pleasure.
I think I might be getting sick or I may just be tired or who knows? It doesn't matter. Beyond the unburdening of the plants and the calling of Dish Network I have nothing I have to do today. It occurred to me to check and see if the TV in our bedroom is getting a signal and it's a mystery why we haven't checked that already. The truth is, we almost never watch that TV and it is mostly used, when used at all, to play VCR tapes for Owen when I'm trying to get him and his brother to settle down. We still have tapes of old Disney movies and Owen loves them but we've never gotten into the habit (thank god) of watching TV from the bed.
Anyway, the signal in there is fine so I am thinking we may just need a new receiver for the other TV and there you go but I guess I'll call Dish and talk to some nice person and ask him or her how the weather is wherever he or she is as we go through all of the options and instructions they will no doubt give me.
I've done this before.
I plan on moving slowly today and cherishing each moment of solitude. I've already spoken to my Jessie on the phone and it was heart-balm to hear her sweet, cheerful voice. She was on her way home from an early-morning dance class at the YMCA. She told me that last night she made lentil soup and bread and that her sister-in-law and her husband and their baby came over to eat and that this morning Vergil left her a note thanking her for making such a delicious hippie-mama meal.
And speaking of soup, I think I'm going to ignore all the fancy food I bought yesterday and make myself some chicken soup. I had two chicken bosoms in the freezer which I've taken out to thaw and I have carrots and celery and garlic and onions and greens from the garden and limes and CILANTRO and tomatoes too. Not from the garden, though.
So yes. The dogs and I are going to lay about and be warm and drink plenty of fluids and be grateful and now if only the post office would deliver because it's time for my Esquire Magazine to arrive. Yesterday I read an article in the New Yorker which sort of blew my mind with sadness and beauty. You can read it here if you need some beautiful sadness.
My god I love to read.
Thank YOU for reading here.
Being still...Ms. Moon