Feedly is back and with it, a bit of equanimity for me. I am such a person of habit and routine and I know that. I was listening to an interview that Terry Gross did with John Waters yesterday and he spoke of how he sticks to a routine without fail. That he schedules his candy-eating days! He schedules his hangovers! I am not quite that strict but I do certainly understand and it throws me, should one of the tools of my life's basic practices be taken from me, whether Feedly or my washing machine or my wheelbarrow or my trowel or coffee maker.
I've used a lot of tools today in my work. Hoses and trimmers and that wheelbarrow and my KitchenAid and my car and my cutting board and my colander and my knives and my spoons and the most basic tools of all- my legs and arms, hands, mind, eyes.
I worked in the yard this morning and early afternoon, trimming the fierce sagos and Canary Island date palms and one branch of a Confederate Rose which broke almost entirely off a few months ago and which has been drooping, still leafed, for all that time, driving me crazy. I had to borrow one of Mr. Moon's tools for that- an extension saw. I guess that's what they call it. I truly have no idea.
Then I drove to town and took Hank shopping at Costco for his birthday. We picked up staples ("Pallet of toilet paper?" "Yes, thank you!") and for fun, a kid's rug from the Smithsonian with the solar system on it. While we were there, a woman looked at me and said, "Ms. Moon?" and damn if it wasn't a woman who recognized me from my blog and she said, "And this must be Hank!" and it was so sweet. I hugged her and we chatted for just a second and then we went on our various ways but before that she said, "Thanks for doing what you do," which made me feel, well...very, very good.
While we were in Cozumel the seventh anniversary of my blog passed unnoticed and unremarked and in those years, I have written 4938 posts and as we all know, very few of them are short. And I have been feeling like what's the point? and why am I doing this? and of course the answer can only be because I have to but come on- let's face it- I've said everything at least fifty times and basically, I'm a grandmother who discusses her grandchildren and her children and chickens. Okay, sometimes there's a little politics thrown in but mostly, that's it.
And it seems to me that if any new readers do come along, they get here and read one of my grandma/chicken posts and think I'm so sweet and southern and then, WHOOPS! here comes one of my religion rants or I throw in a few Fucks and Shits and Jesus Fucking Christs and they discover I'm a tree-hugging, Obama-lovin', hippie uber liberal who admits to having taken drugs and who doesn't regret it (mostly), who loves to use profanity like Popeye in an X-rated version and who is also a crazy-ass agnostic who is obsessed with Keith Richards and, well, Bye-Bye! They're gone.
Which of course, is extremely fine with me.
To tell you the truth, I am a sweet southern woman and I see absolutely no conflict in being all of these things at the same damn time. I don't curse around my grandchildren and I haven't (so far) told them that there IS no god (hey- I can't be sure of that) and I do love my chickens.
But anyway, blah-blah-blah and I was completely grateful to that woman for saying what she did. Thank you, Juicy! You made my day!
And tonight, Mr. Moon is at the sign-up dinner for the fishing tournament he's leaving for tomorrow and I'm making him a huge pot of chili and a giant batch of oatmeal/raisin/pecan/chocolate chip cookies to prevent him from starving over the course of three days so I have my wifey apron on (literally) and I've also had my working-outside overalls on today and my walking clothes on today and my going-to-town skirt and shirt on today and Lord- it's no wonder I do so much laundry.
What the HELL am I talking about?
I have no idea.
But I guess I'll go on with it all as long as I can whether that means weeding or chicken-caring or loving on my grandkids or cooking or loving on my husband or watching the weather change and the birds come and go or cursing like a sailor or having martinis on the front porch or despairing at things as huge as politics to as small as bugs on my tomatoes or reading all the books I can read. I'll keep writing about it all too because not only do I have to, but because it is my joy.
Ms. Vesuvius addressed some of these same issues today, or least the one about why we write. I highly recommend you go read what she had to say if you haven't.
And now the last batch of cookies is out of the oven and it's time to go feed the chickens some grapes and see if they've laid me any eggs today and no, I do not put on a different costume for that.
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