Monday, February 24, 2014

This Is Life

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired. It seems like that's all I ever say. Either that or I'm exhausted. 
What the hell makes me so tired?
Being me, I guess.

I took that walk. I went to town. I bought some shoes. Lily says they're too cute to garden in but they were the right price and I'd never wear them anywhere else anyway. They're pink. Pink as Pepto Bismal. Pink as an Easter egg dyed to match bubble gum. I went to Goodwill. I bought two cashmere sweaters. Ten bucks well spent. Sure, winter is almost over but I'm playing the odds that I'll still be alive next winter too. I'll have completely forgotten I have them by then.

God, I need to get rid of some clothes.

I went to the library where I got really pissed off because they've instituted a new parking system and instead of free parking for one hour, it's only free parking for half an hour. Fuck that! And then it's a dollar! Who can get in and out of the library in half an hour? I can't pick out my audio books in half an hour, much less those AND my real books.
I am bitchy today. I know it.

I took myself to lunch. I had a salad bar. It was fine. I ate a lot of beans on it. Garbanzos and edamame, mostly. I'm cooking black-eyed peas for dinner. Fiber, man. Fiber's where it's at.
Or something.

I went to the grocery store. Can't pass the grocery store without stopping in. I was so happy to see Lily working. Here's one of the things that makes me happiest in this world: when Lily is working and can take my groceries out to the car for me. I never let anyone help me out with my groceries although at Publix, they ALWAYS ask. But Lily taking me out- that's different. We can chat for a few seconds. And hug.

I came home and did laundry and put groceries away and picked greens from the garden and washed them and washed them and cut them up with tomatoes and onions and now they're cooking as are the black-eyed peas.

I also made up some stuff I'm going to probably bake in patties in the oven. They're sort of vegetable and crab patties. A hell of a lot more vegetable than crab. I had a little bit of snow crab clusters leftover from Friday night. I am trying to be a good wife and use up all the leftovers. Squash that was getting a little brown, wilty, limp celery. A green pepper beginning to wrinkle on one side. An onion that had nothing wrong with it. I chopped all that shit up and cleaned the crab from the shells and mixed it all up with spices and some cracker crumbs and an egg. We'll see.
It's going to be an odd meal.

I'm tired. Not exhausted. That's a different level. It's good to be tired though because it means, hopefully, that I'll sleep better. Not that I usually have any problem sleeping. One of the blessings of my life. One of the many and one I never take for granted.
Here are some more things I don't take for granted (in no particular order):
Running water. Hot and cold.
The most comfortable bed in the world.
The library even if the parking is a rip-off now.
My hens' eggs which are objects of beauty, the perfect shape in a world of perfect shapes, and yet, they are food, too.
My kids and the fact that they love me.
My grandkids and the fact that they seem to love me.
Goodwill cashmere.
The internet.
Blooming camellias.
Being able to get out there and walk, still.
My husband. More and more, every day of my life.


I could go on for days.

Oh wait. I do go on for days. Every day. Usually twice.

You. I don't take you for granted. Your comments here or your words on your own blogs. Not for one second do I take those for granted.

I'm going to go make up some crabby patties as Sponge Bob might say. God knows we don't want to miss Jeopardy.

I take Jeopardy for granted but so what?

Yours truly...Ms. Moon


  1. Ah the simple pleasures of finding treasures at the Goodwill. And that mess of veggie goodness looks pretty fine. It all sounds like delectable from here.
    Get some rest.
    See you tomorrow.

  2. This 52 yr old lady is tired too...and i feel the same about my hubbie...The older we get, the more we appreciate each other. You gave me the push to get to the thrift store to look for cashmere, something that's been on my to do list. Still freezing here in NJ. Any sweater will do, really.

  3. I didn't think I was tired until I read your post, but now I realize I am. Running after a toddler all day will do that to you. My daughter-in-law showed me a video she took of Jason dancing to Billy Jean at the wedding the other day. He's pretty good!

  4. Even though you are tired these is a gentle shift in you. And I am so fucking glad!

  5. Is Jeopardy still on? I used to watch that show religiously -- particularly when I lived in NYC in a tiny apartment and could basically watch it from any angle in the apartment.

    I made sort of a weird dinner tonight, too. An eggplant salad with smoked almonds and goat cheese. Chicken with carrots and apples in a mustardy sauce. Sophie and I ate enthusiastically, but the boys didn't. They exhaust me.

  6. Pink. When I think of pink, I think of "Rooster Dink Pink" and although it's totally an inappropriate way to describe a color, it always springs to mind when I think of pink.
    Anyway. I went shopping today too. Bought clothes I didn't need but they were on sale so how can a girl resist?! I also made cookies and banana bread so hopefully I don't outgrow the clothes.

  7. I am grateful for your blog, usually twice a day, too. When you read someone's thoughts each day, it's almost soothing and you really feel like you know them and care about them. Sweet Jo

  8. Goddammit, I wrote a comment and Blogger ate it.

    Well, anyway, I said something to the effect that your crab patties sound great, and I always consider it a fun game to open up the fridge and devise and recipe based on the odds and ends that need to be used up. It leads to bizarre eating sometimes, but I cannot throw away food.

    I don't take you for granted either, Ms. Moon!

  9. Ms. Yo- Dinner was delicious and those crabby patties rocked.

    Sue- Thrift store cashmere is one of life's finest little pleasures. I wish you luck in your hunt.

    Lois- Oh my god! Yes! Running around after a toddler is hard work! And isn't Jason a good dancer? I always say that you don't know Jason until you've seen him on the dance floor.

    Birdie- It is true.

    Elizabeth- Your supper sounds good to me. And boys- what are you going to do? Love them to pieces, I guess. And hell YES Jeopardy is still on. And the older I get, the less answers I know.

    Heartinhand- I have never heard that expression. Now I will never be able to unhear it.

    Sweet Jo- I'm so glad you're here.

    Steve Reed- It's an art and a talent, isn't it? Using up all the stuff in the refrigerator. But it's nice to have chickens. Food never goes to waste. They'll eat anything.

  10. God, we are so tender this time of year, aren't we? Like maybe it's going to be ok, but we aren't sure yet. It's comforting to read about your days. I hope it's sunny.

  11. Veggie and crab patties, yum! I love imagining you and your girl stealing delicious moments together at the grocery store.

  12. Crabby patties sound great. We do snow crab about once a month. Delicious.

  13. Ms. Vesuvius- As tender as the tiny buds of spring. I swear.

    Angella- Those crabby patties were excellent. I swear. And it's so funny how I feel like Lily and I are getting away with something as she wheels my groceries out. Sometimes she has to remind me to let her push the cart. Haha!

    Denise- As is yours, my love.

    Syd- Crab is just one of the great gifts of the sea.


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