The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

Monday, January 13, 2014

Pondering The Mysteries, Etc.





After Jason came home to relieve me of boy-watching duties I went into Publix to pick up a few things and I lolly-gagged around and chatted with Lily a little, and also Ms. Judy who does the meal demonstrations and when I left the store probably thirty minutes after I'd walked in, it was pouring rain. I mean, those big fat drops and lots of them and it was like, "Where the hell did THIS come from?"
And isn't that life? One minute the sky is clear and the kids are running around outside and it's warm and the next minute, clouds come scooting in like, "Oh! Sorry we're late! We'll get right to it!" and there you go.

But I just drove home the back way which is what I usually do anyway, slowly, as is my wont. I am now one of those sittin'-low, drivin'-slow old biddies. Fuck it. I'll get there when I get there.

Owen is on a kick of wanting to "in charge." This takes the form of, "I'm going to be in charge. You have to do what I say."
"Mmmmm," I tell him. "We'll see about that."
I do what he says if it's reasonable and I'm in the mood. Otherwise, nah. He deals with it. Plus, he's a fairly benevolent despot. The most outrageous thing he asked for was a smoothie and I made him one. It was delicious.
Gibson didn't have his Boppy around so I got all his hugs and kisses. Then he fell asleep on me. It was nice.

So it was a good day and now I'm home and Mr. Moon is out of town to go to auction and it's still pouring rain. I shut the chickens up sweet and dry and fed the kitty cat. I found another egg today in a pot on the porch and that makes two hens which have resumed laying some. After all these years, I still feel blessed when I get an egg and isn't that silly?

No, actually, it's not and I am glad to be a human being for whom the small miracles of life never cease to give me pause and wonder, whether they be an egg, a child falling asleep on my lap or a rainstorm coming up out of nowhere.

That's the news from Lloyd tonight.

Love...Ms. Moon


7 comments:

heartinhand said...

Now that's news I enjoy reading! :)
We had "snow showers" here today, which I had never heard of in all my 45 years, but I witnessed them and they are much like sudden rain showers that come and go. It was weird.

Birdie said...

Being grateful for an egg is a beautiful thing. It reminds me of my favourite poem "Thank You" by W.S. Merwin. With so much going on in the world we still have so much to say thank you for.

Nancy said...

You lived a charmed life, Mary Moon, and it's a beautiful thing.

Nancy said...

^live

Steve Reed said...

"Sittin' low, drivin' slow." That is such a GREAT way to describe many Florida motorists! :)

Ms. Moon said...

heartinhand- Snow showers? How does that even happen?

Birdie- Maybe I'm just getting really, really simple in my old age. Or maybe an egg is a miracle.

Nancy- I know I do. It's pretty amazing.

Steve Reed- Some comedian said that a long time ago and I can't remember who but when you grow up in Florida, you sure do know what that means. Now- its' me. Jesus.

Syd said...

Sounds like you are back to feeling a lot better. So am I. Thanks for your comment. I do know that you know.