Friday, May 30, 2014

Weather Report: Sultry

All right. I'm done.

Not really. Still doing laundry, have to put the kitchen back together after mopping, more cooking to do.

Turns out I do still know how to do things around here. And I feel like my house is my home again, I've done my metaphorical peeing in the corners and have restored a few things to rights.
It feels so good.

And tomorrow- ONWARD!

Perhaps even to the yard which Mr. Moon is mowing as we speak. I'm on the little front porch, not to be confused with the large front porch or my usual back porch because he's back there behind that porch, kicking up dust and making all sorts of racket as he mows and I wish he'd just be finished but he's set himself a goal and he will achieve it.
How quickly we return to our routines, our habits. I feel sorely under-kissed today although my little men gave me a few. Owen even bought me flowers. Well, he picked them out at the grocery store when we were there and his mama paid for them. He was so happy. And then he convinced me to buy him marshmallows which he doesn't even like because he wanted me to make him some hot cocoa with marshmallows when we got back to my house which of course, I did.
He did not eat the marshmallows but I was glad to prove my love for him which is what the whole damn thing was about, of course.

So it's been a good day. Maurice has followed me everywhere I've gone, inside and out. Right now, she and Luna are having a stand-off a few yards away. They have not made their peace yet. They may never, just as the young chickens may never truly make their peace with the older ones. I will be interested to see how all of this plays out as Drogo (who is definitely a rooster) matures.


Would you LOOK at Eggy Tina's feet? My god. And Missy's are the same way. If I could bring those chickens in and spray a little Pledge on those feather shoes and get  them to dancin', this place would be shiny in no time!


There's all the young ones. From the left, Missy, Eggy Tina, Butterscotch, Chi-Chi, Lucille, Nicy, Cha-Cha and Drogo.

Well, I've put the carrots and potatoes in with the venison and put the kitchen back together and put the last load in the washer excluding rugs and now I think I'm going to slice up a cantaloupe which I bought today (along with one of everything else in the store) because it smells really, really ripe and I'll put it in a bowl in the refrigerator so that Mr. Moon will eat it when he's hungry because it will be right there and cold and delicious and easy, and make a salad which is something we ate very little of in Mexico although- if pico de gallo isn't the best salad there is, I don't know my vegetables. It's a little lacking in the greens department but Human does not live on kale alone. At least in my world.

So here I am, wearing men's cargo shorts and a tank top, dirty as hell, my ankles swollen and itchy from a yellow-fly who dined on my blood, smelling of Fabuloso, completely exhausted but...you know...happy.

Senora Luna, in a parallel universe is looking at something like this


and thinking about what to wear when she goes to supper with her handsome husband and she is happy too. She will line her eyes with turquoise or midnight blue and she will get on the scooter behind her husband and drive into town, the sea to her left, the shops to her right, the air smelling of salt and stucco and garlic and the jungle and the entire bouquet which is Cozumel. She will lean forward and kiss that man's back and he will reach back and hold her leg for a moment and she is me and I am her and when Mr. Moon and I sit down to supper tonight, I will kiss his face and he will kiss me back and we are home because we are together, which is how it is.

In Lloyd or in Cozumel and we can show our love with freshly mown grass and clean floors or with long afternoons spent doing nothing but holding each other while the sea sighs and moans within hearing distance from our bed.

So yeah, I'd say it's been a good homecoming.

I'd say I'm the luckiest woman on earth.

Dang. I might even make that man biscuits.

Sweet dreams, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon








11 comments:

  1. Eggy Tina! That name makes me laugh every time.

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  2. Welcome back home, and sweet dreams to you too.

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  3. Mr. Downtown- I would give Owen a genius rating just for that name alone.

    Mr. Shife- Thank you, dear sir!

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  4. Welcome back! It seems you are easing back into life at home. We have been so busy since returning and I caught a damn cold on the plane ride back. Been sick but am now up and about.

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  5. Very nice, and a great life you lead all around.

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  6. It sounds like things are great in your world. Those ARE some incredible chicken feet on Eggy Tina.

    I'm perplexed that Owen doesn't like marshmallows. I thought EVERY kid liked marshmallows, and it's only once we become adults that we realize they are truly disgusting.

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  7. I've been reading, I promise. I just haven't been commenting, which seems like I'm being a peeper. Anyway. I love how you love. Full blast. I just love that about you. You have a wide open heart that is just so, I don't know, ravenous maybe, for the things and people you love.
    The posts from Cozumel were so delicious and beautiful, I almost felt dirty reading them! Lol! And now you're back knee-deep in life and that's always a bit bittersweet, isn't it?
    Welcome home!

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  8. Welcome home. Your flock is growing so big! Love their names :)
    Señora Luna in Cozumel, Mrs. Moon in Lloyd, two equally wonderful lives. If only there were two of you so you could be both places at once.......
    xo

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  9. Lovely post. But wow, you have been busy! makes me think I need to get up from this computer and get to work in the house!

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  10. How did I not realize that one of those chickens had the amazing name of Eggy Tina? Owen did prove his genius there once again. And she can be E.T. if that formal names gets too wordy.

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  11. Syd- I'm so sorry you got a cold. I hope it completely leaves you soon.

    SJ- It's the damn truth.

    Steve Reed- The child would actually rather eat celery. What is wrong with him?

    Heartinhand- Yes. There is some bittersweetness to it but mostly, I have to say, the sweet far outshines the bitter.

    Mel- That's why I'm hanging on to the many-parallel-universes theory.

    Jenny Woolf- And today I am being worthless.

    Jill- She looks like an ET. I swear to god.

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