Monday, November 4, 2013

Too Many Commas, So Sorry

It's chilly this morning and I've turned on the heater and I got up at seven o'clock because we went to bed around nine o'clock and I'm pretty screwed up, time-wise, but it's working for me.
I struggled out of my covers cave and took my emotional temperature because isn't that what we all do? My agitato numbers were high and they still are and sitting here drinking coffee probably isn't going to help. How can I go to bed in one mood and wake up in a completely different one?
Anyway, I need to get busy. It's going to be a full week and I may as well get started on it. Billy's bringing MawMaw out for a little visit and that will be nice but I want to tidy up a little before they get here. I have some soup thawing that I made and froze last week and the bread I made last night that will do for our lunch. Billy texted me last night and asked if the soup had meat in it.
I wrote him back and said, "Yes. Deer meat and plenty of it."
"Awesome," is the text I got back.
Billy may work at the hippy food co-op but he still likes meat. I wonder if he'll notice the lentils too.

Anyway, good morning. Agitato (and that word comes from one of Kinky Friedman's books and I like it because it is so perfectly apt at times) comes and agitato goes and I need to learn not to pay so much attention to it and to give it less weight in my life. What will be will be, etc. Que sera, sera. Blah blah blah, blah blah.
Time to take the trash, time to make the bed, time to hang the camo hunting garments on the line.  The sunlight is shooting daggers at the earth through the Spanish moss and Elvis is trying to coax the hens into the coop. I am wearing what are probably a dead man's Levi's and if I were Bruce Springsteen, I could write a song about that but I am not Bruce Springsteen and I am also wearing new socks so there you go.

Good morning, good morning. Let's be all mindful and shit and let's get this party started as Owen says at times, mostly when he turns on the CD player to blast out the Rolling Stones and runs up and down the hallway and does a few break-dance moves and summersaults and Gibson croons Baybee in his gravelly singing voice and bounces his baby butt up and down and grins at the joy of it all.

Yeah. Like that.

Start me up.

Happy Monday.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I'm messed up from the time change too, up at 5 a.m. Falling asleep at 9 p.m. Yay.
    Agitato. That is my super hero name.
    Have an awesome day!

  2. Good morning dear Mary! Agitato is such a great word. Thank you for that. And the image of Owen as Keith Richards and Gibson as Mick.

  3. I have never actually thought on the fact of being in a good mood at bedtime then waking up crabby. I do it all the time. Hmmm?

  4. I am still struggling from our late night formal affair on Saturday. But it was quite something to see a group of us and hundreds of others with tuxedos and long dresses. Wow--really a tony wedding.

    Now the time has changes and I'm sleepy.

  5. Dreams. I think it's the fault of dreams that we go to sleep in one disposition and wake up in another. They crank out a lot of weird shit sometimes while we're sleeping.
    Happy chilly Monday. It's going to be 82 here and sunny. ahhhhhh! heaven.

  6. I'm borrowing agitato, ok? It fits. I got it too, but I'm smiling from the news at Lloyd, Owen partying in the hall and Gibson singing - a video clip of that would be priceless - and smiling from the good news over at Elizabeth's page.

    Enjoy your company and your soup :)

  7. We Italians complain of "agita" which is usually indigestion brought on by something disturbing. And I love how you slipped those boys into this post --

  8. heartinhand- It would make a better super hero name than a porn-star name.

    Angella- Those boys. Such joy to my heart.

    Birdie- It should be the other way around, shouldn't it?

    Syd- Did you get any pictures? I want to see!

    Rachel- 82! Get out your socks and gloves!
    I think you're right about the dreams.

    Mel- Elizabeth's news is the best thing ever. It, above all, is keeping me even halfway sane.

    Elizabeth- They are always in my heart.

  9. Main Entry: euneirophrenia
    Part of Speech: n
    Definition: peace of mind after a pleasant dream

    What't the word for the discomfort after a bad dream?


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