Friday, August 22, 2014

This Entails More Time Than Anyone Wants To Spend On One Site On The Internet

Where to begin?
Well, I drove to the New Leaf where Billy works. He is looking spectacular these days. He was wearing a vintage cowboy shirt and his beard is curly and so is his hair and we hugged tighter than ticks. We talked for as long as we could, seeing he was at work and all. And then I went and picked out my supplements and I'm going to try Magnesium again and also Turmeric which seems to be the current cure-all for everything from inflammation to depression. Why not? I also got my L-Tryptophan and some Vitamin D3 and when I went to check out, it all came to over a hundred dollars.
I looked at the guy behind the cash register and said, "This shit better work."
He did not blink an eye. He did not crack the tiniest smile. He just looked at me and said, "Have a nice day."
What? It's the New Leaf! Everyone there, workers and customers alike are old hippies, young hippies, hipsters, hip Brothers and Sisters, hip State know. Hip people. More tattoos than you'd find in the circus. Pierced everything anywhere. People of every gender and possibility therein.
Jesus, man. Lighten up! I didn't say, "This motherfucking shit better fucking work."
I was being a lady.


I drove to Fanny's where I met Hank for lunch. He's in the middle of planning the fourth annual Gaines Street Fest which is going to be huge this year. 97 damn bands! What? What? Gaines Street is sort of Tallahassee' do you say?...totally exploding hippest area? (I'm overusing that word, aren't I?)
Anyway, he's busy as a one-legged tap dancer these days between the festival and his trivia. And since we ate late, there wasn't much going on and May got to sit and talk with us and it was wonderful.
Now. Let me say that this was about the best thing I ever tasted in my life.

White gazpacho. Taylor made it and I'm going to get the recipe or know the reason why. I think Kathleen would love it. This stuff made my taste buds stand up and sing Hallelujah! It made my tongue dance the Macarena. Like this.

I told you there'd be music at the party tonight.

Anyway, yeah. That gazpacho was the food-version of that video.

Then I got this.

A turkey panini with bacon and avocado and I don't even know what all. Half of it is in my refrigerator right now. And see that salad? 
Uh-huh. And I ate it. 
Also notice the pickled okra and the deviled egg. I ate those too. 
When I eat delicious food that someone else has cooked, I always think of a scene from The Magic Christian, a movie, which in my opinion, was one of the best movies ever made. 
Here's the scene if you have four minutes to watch it which I know is a ridiculous amount of time to watch a clip. The last few seconds are the best. Sorry. 

Peter Sellers. Ringo Starr. Raquel Welch. John Cleese. And I'm pretty darn sure that John and Yoko made a cameo appearance in there too. Nobody would have the balls to make a movie like this these days which is too bad, too sad for all of us.

After lunch I went to the Goodwill. The one I went to had an aisle as long as a football field with Christmas crap. I have no idea what that's about. But I am not kidding you. They also had this:

It's a scarf. The picture doesn't do justice to the snotty green polyesterness of it. Every time I go to a Goodwill, I make it a mission to find the ugliest, tackiest item there. This one may not have been the ugliest OR tackiest item there, but it was the ugliest and tackiest item I personally saw.

This Goodwill is as big as the African Veldt. You could get lost with a GPS and a native guide in that place but I went directly to where the pillows are and picked out exactly one. Hey! I'm discriminating! Then I spent about two hours looking through the dresses. I got a nice Flax dress (linen, comfortable), a brand-new Bila dress (hippie, made in India), a completely awesome homemade apron, circa 1958, two white bathroom rugs (also made in India), and the pillow which was probably also made in India and Oh! And a silk scarf with fringe, also...made in India.

On to the library where they were having early voting. Libraries and voting are like my two favorite things about civilization after indoor plumbing so that was uplifting and swell. But on my way to the library, I stopped to take a picture of the house I wrote about here. 

I know- you can't even see it for the trees. And the trees blocking the view? I planted those trees. 
Anyway, that's the house. 

THEN, I went to Publix where I bought salmon and LeSueur peas (don't you judge me) for my supper. And a bunch of other stuff including organic peaches and toilet paper and cucumbers and fresh dill and mangos and a cheese pizza for the boys tomorrow night and milk and oh, hell. I forgot the buttermilk. Dammit.
Life will go on.

Came home, put everything away, washed dishes, started laundry, fed grapes to the chickens.
Damn I love that rooster. He's tidbitting to all of the young hens as well as the old. For those of you who do not know what tidbitting is, it's a thing roosters do when you give them food. They accept it and then drop it for one of the hens. Or, let her eat it directly from his beak.
I made sure he got a few pieces for himself.
I collected seven beautiful eggs.
I came in and ripped down the red velvet curtains which have been hanging in the dining room window forever. I got them from a neighbor who was about to throw them out and they have been lovely but I am done with them. I hung up the made-in-India scarf instead. Here's a picture of that.

I like the picture picture because it also shows the back porch. And Maurice. That window and the one in my bedroom are the only two original windows in the house. Or so I've been told. They are certainly the oldest.

That back porch- that's the place I imagine all of us sitting together, laughing and reaching out to each other and drinking beverages and so forth. Hey- I just watched this on the youtube (thank you, Angie D) and I'd like to share it with all of you-  Old ladies and young. Fellows who might love the fellows. Ladies who love ladies but can't help loving Bruce. Even you, Billy. I know you hate him. And you too, L7. Haters gonna hate.

I got seven pictures of Buddha
The prophet's on my tongue
Eleven angels of mercy
Sighin' over that black hole in the sun
My heart's dark but it's risin'
I'm pullin' all the faith I can see
From that black hole on the horizon
I hear your voice calling me

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do we get this thing started
Meet me at Mary's place

Familiar faces around me
Laughter fills the air
Your loving grace surrounds me
Everybody's here
Furniture's out on the front porch
Music's up loud
I dream of you in my arms
I lose myself in the crowd

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do you live broken-hearted
Meet me at Mary's place

I got a picture of you in my locket
I keep it close to my heart
A light shining in my breast
Leading me through the dark
Seven days, seven candles
In my window light your way
Your favorite record's on the turntable
I drop the needle and pray
Band's countin' out midnight
Floor's rumblin' loud
Singer's callin' up daylight
And waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do we get this thing started
Meet me at Mary's place

Meet me at Mary's place
Meet me at Mary's place

Well, if you're here with me- let's go tuck the chickens up. Let's go heat the skillet for the salmon. Let's go drop the needle and pray, drop the needle and pray. Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up!

And so forth.

Oh wait. Didn't I promise you the Rolling Stones? Let's make it a slumber party. And spend the night together.
Wanna dance?

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. I ate my spaghetti for supper, for the 4th day in a row =) I'm having a beer, watching The Office and probably will be asleep by 1030. But I would stay up with you!

  2. Let's discuss this white gazpacho.

  3. SJ- If only!

    Juancho- It's definitely worth discussing. I'll let you know how it's made when I find out how it's made. I love how you picked out the most important thing in the post.

  4. I love the trees you planted! I made lasagna tonight, my boys like it was so heavy and hot I was scared as I pulled it out of the oven! I had to hide a piece for the younger son, just in case case everyone else accidentally ate the whole monstrous I just need to find a way to stuff it into the fridge and it's off to bed for this sleepy ass woman.

  5. You make me smile.....every, single, day. Hi, I’m Lisa :). Actually I am called Mama Lis, but that’s a whole other story. I have started writing something to you, more times than I can count. Yeesh, I’ll just come out and just say hi. I’m not getting any younger, so why wait I say . You make me smile, laugh, cry and I adore every single post you write. You have also introduced me to the most amazing, special, people out in this world of ours, which has truly made my life fuller. Thank you. Big hugs from the western shores of California. xo
    Ps. That SOUP! my oh my... and I am so sorry to be an anonymous, I don't have a blog nor the other two options.

  6. Big Mamabird- Last night I made a casserole with red sauce and vegetables and cheese and pasta and it made Mr. Moon so very happy. I hear you! Have sweet dreams and oh yes- the trees are my favorite part too.

    Anonymous- See? This is why I allow anonymous comments on my blog. I am SO glad you wrote. And yes, this is the most wonderful community. If you want to post comments on mine or any other of the blogs I'm sure you love, you can feel free to post as Anonymous but if you want to add a little name at the end, we'll feel that we know YOU a little better. Thank you. Say what ever you want here. And hugs back to you.

  7. Bruce Springsteen's voice is the sex.

    I need to know more about this gazpacho. I found a recipe on Bon Apetite but have no way of knowing if it's like the one you had or not. Let's meet at Mary's Place in our hearts.

  8. Well I must say Ms. Moon that is one full day. Kudos tp you for getting after it and getting stuff done. You make me feel like a slacker. Enjoyed reading all about it. Hope the rest of the weekend goes well.

  9. This blog post was just amazing...I felt like I was right there with you as you went about your day... wish I could have sampled the white gazpacho! If Taylor shares the recipe please, please pass it on to us. thank you.
    We have a store here in Jackson that sounds just like New Leaf. It's called Rainbow and it is very aptly named. It's my favorite place to shop. It employs a lot of young people that are in rehab here and they are just cool & groovy and I love them all! Some are a long way from home and in talking with them you can tell they are so homesick. I must remind them of their mamas 'cos they are all just so sweet and kind to me. Makes shopping a pleasure which is a rare thing nowadays.
    I've never seen that YouTube of Mary's was HOT!!! How can you not love sweaty, sexy Bruce?! different strokes and all but really, how can you not?
    I hope you and Maurice are all snuggled up, having sweet dreams...thanks for sharing your day, Mary, it was lovely and so are you. Good night.
    Angie D

  10. I do not judge the peas. I love those peas.

  11. I love white gazpacho! Yum!

    When I worked in New Jersey as a blogger for our local newspaper (a brief job) I wrote a regular feature in which I went to the local Goodwill store and photographed six or seven bizarre items -- just to show what's available at the local thrift store. I had a ball doing that! The Jesus scarf would definitely have made my newspaper blog. :)

  12. I wish I could come to a party at your house. Right Now.

  13. Drop kick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life.

    You got some haul today!

    Just make sure it's the right magnesium, and doesn't contain more calcium, or anything. I've been readin' the warnin's.

    Buying vitamins... you have to pay with a pound of flesh. I stand there, deciding which issue to sacrifice, wondering if the kids will actually take THIS kind of kiddie vitamin, wondering which of my vitamin deficiencies is easiest ignored while I choose just one of the bottles that cost €25 each. Ugh! And I look longingly at the Dr Hauschka products and go bleed into their cash register...

  14. The Magic Christian. Oh my. I'm the same vintage as you, saw that movie back in college, have always treasured the memory of the art auction scene--all these many years have never met anyone who's even heard of the movie despite its oddly-mixed but all-star cast.
    -Awesome Cat Mama
    (P.S. Didn't I say Maurice would start to purr?)

  15. Ms. Vesuvius- Yes! Yes! Bruce himself is the sex, isn't he? Dang. What a gorgeous 64-year old man. Or however old he is. And that voice. Oh, that voice. Singing his words.
    Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

    Mr. Shife- I will be recovering and grandson tending for most of the weekend, I believe. Thanks for stopping by!

    Angie D- This guy at the New Leaf was too old to be my son. He was just not amused by me and how can that even be? Ha! That's a great video of Mary's Place, isn't it? I spent hours last night looking at videos. It was my party, I could do what I wanted. Glad you came along for the ride and thanks for reminding me how much I love that song. I've posted about it before but it bears repeating.

    Allison- Me too!

    Steve Reed- You had my dream job! Dang.

    Denise- I felt you right here.

    Jo- Dr. Hauschka sure is proud of his products, isn't he? As we say around here.

    Awesome Cat Mama- You were right. And that movie never did get the acclaim it should have.

  16. I'm glad Billy is doing well!
    Those grandsons of yours are worth tending!
    Bruuuuuuce has more songs about Mary than anyone else in the world!
    In my head, when I read Maurice, I always make the "reer-reeer" guitar noise from The Joker by the Steve Miller band.

  17. Oh gawd - so much to say I will just pick a couple. I just love how we feel like a community with you. Like we really are on that back porch. LeSeuer is in MN and I've driven through there hundreds of times. The Jolly Green Giant greets you and you drive down into the valley.

  18. Well that's the best party I've been to in a long time. And it's not even 8 am.

  19. Re Dr Hauschka: you're not wrong. And he's hard to spell, too. I do love 'em, though.

    I meant to say, why have I NEVER heard of that film?

  20. Your loving grace surrounds me...
    wow, what a post! Thanks, Angie D., for that video. The Boss sure knows how to work a crowd, doesn't he?

    Mary, you can probably get some fresh turmeric at New's really good in any stir-fry and probably better for you than the supplement. Just use it like ginger (you probably already know this)

  21. To Heartinhand above...HAHA! I do that too. Every time I read about Maurice here I start singing, "Some people call me Maurice
    Cause I speak of the pompitous of love"...then it's stuck in my head all day! She's a great kittie, so glad she adopted the Moon's and we get to know her through Mary's words.
    Angie D

  22. I never heard of that film, the Magic Christian. How amazing. I will look it out. Didn't see John Cleese or Yoko or John Lennon though. What's the matter with me?

    Mick Jagger. Well he looks better there than he does now. But that stupid walking up and down always used to annoy me, and it annoys me still. YOu can tell I am not a fan.

    Great post though! Full of entertaining things!

  23. Oh, that clip! I've never seen or even HEARD of that movie! I am so excited to watch it --

    White gazpacho sounds divine -- something tells me that there are almonds in it?

  24. Whew, I felt like I was on speed just reading this. You can put out some words now. And they paint a picture that takes me on a ride right there with you.


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