Thursday, May 29, 2014

Last morning and I am as darty and anxious as a tiny fish in the coral. We've had our breakfast, Mr. Moon is in town returning the scooter and I am in the process of packing up.
It's going to take me the entire weekend to do the laundry. Fourteen days worth of laundry. Do I remember how to do laundry? Do I remember how to cook? Wash dishes? Shop in English? Do I have a broom? A mop? Are my chickens all still alive? Is Maurice still in my house? Has my garden died? Are my phlox in bloom? Have the boys grown up to the point where I will not recognize them?

The cruise ships enter the channel, the dive boats come and go, collecting the divers, the tanks clank against cement, the birds sing. The sky is getting cloudy, the waves hiss at the shore, LaLoo wants to escape from her leash which is secured to a chair leg.

Mr. Moon is back from town. One less thing to worry about.

Are we really leaving? This is like coming here, only in reverse. The little bitchy bird who demanded food from his mama with squawks has graduated to finding and eating his own food but still hangs out with his mother. The turtles have not been seen for several days. I found out just this morning that the incredibly sweet guy who works in the restaurant whom I thought was twelve years old is actually twenty, married, and two months a father. Life here will go on without me just fine.

Life everywhere will go on without me just fine when I take my leave from it.

This is good to know.

We will be flying home soon.

It has been the best vacation ever in the history of the universe. For me, at least.

See you in Lloyd.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Safe travels, darling woman. Thank you for taking us along with you. See you in Lloyd!

  2. And your piece of heaven will wait for you and surely you have changed it as much as it has changed you.

  3. Leaving will be hard, but you'll be glad to be home and I am anxious to hear about all the developments in Lloyd. See you there!

  4. Yes, we'll see you back in Lloyd and find answers to all of those questions about chickens and laundry and Maurice and grandbabies.

  5. I have loved being swept along on this tide of wonder. Thank you, Mary. Happy landing in Lloyd again.

  6. Safe travels back to our world.
    I hope you will come to my blog when you catch up with life back home.Id love to have you as a follower.

  7. Safe travels :). It has been the best vicarious vacation in the history of the universe, for me at least. Thanks for taking us along.
    I think you will likely ease back into your life in Lloyd and will have forgotten nothing.

  8. So glad you and the mister went on this best vacation ever and remarried each other and swept us along in the sweet whirlwind of your love. See you on the flip side. x0 N2

  9. I hope the transition from Cozumel to Lloyd goes easy on your heart and body and soul.

  10. Welcome home dearest Mary. May your world rejoice at your return.

    XXX Beth

  11. Angella- It was my greatest pleasure to bring you with me.

    Rebecca- I feel myself there, still. As always. Fuck. I gave the sweet girl at the desk one of my silver bracelets and asked her to remember me. I hope she does.

    Steve- Of course!

    Jill- Many questions have been answered. Thank you, sweet woman, for always coming along.

    Andrea- It's been a very good re-entry. Sigh. Thank you.

    The Path Traveled- Honey- have you read my blog? If I'm not an atheist, I'll do until a real one comes down the road. Not to say that I don't hope you keep reading here- that would be lovely. But I am not interested in religion at all except as a mystery which I do not understand.

    Mel- I hope you're right. So far, you are completely correct.

    N2- It was...the best. I am so grateful for every bit of it.

    Ms. Vesuvius- So far, absolutely.

    Beth Coyote- Well, Owen was happy especially when we gave him his presents. I'm pretty sure that Lloyd doesn't really care that much which is just fine with me.

  12. I'm so glad that it was good. The last day is hard.

  13. Syd- The last day IS hard, involving as it does the packing and the airport and all of that anxiety and blah, blah, blah. But one survives.


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