Saturday, November 1, 2014

Tangled Up In Blue


You know what that is? It's the face of one of the most beautiful human beings on the planet. And I mean physically beautifully.
He ain't pretty. He is beautiful.

Elizabeth does brilliant three-line movie reviews and I'm going to do a one-line movie review of St. Vincent, Murray's movie which has just hit the theaters in the big wide world, even in Tallahassee.
Here it is:

A precious movie with the brilliant Bill Murray.

That man doesn't need lines. He could do it all with his face. His body. He is the actor's actor. Here's his secret- he becomes his character. And we believe it.

When the credits were rolling over this piece of film



I felt pitiful sorrow for any of the people credited. You cannot take your eyes off the man to read their names.

Well. Yes. Take hankies.

It was another good day. I went to help Hank move with a car full of cleaning supplies which is what he asked for as a house-warming gift. Mop and bucket and broom and all sorts of cleaners and cleansers and vinegar and rags and scrubbers and etc. Our dear and talented blogger friend Juancho was there with his van, ready to help.
"Grab that end of the couch and let's do this thing!" he said.
Haha.
Jessie showed up and then Hank's other daddy, my ex, and his son and grandson. Dang but it was good to see these people. I have a few more hugs in the bank now.

I took a load of stuff over to Hank's new apartment and it's a thing of beauty. Freshly painted white walls, hallways, a shining green tiled bathroom. A kitchen big enough to put a table and chairs in. Windows you can open to the breezes. Rooms. Plural. And good-sized ones. Basically, not a dark, dank den.
And- there's a beautiful tangerine tree on the property full of fruit so good and sweet that it reminded me of living in Central Florida to peel one and eat it. The taste and smell of my childhood as I dug my thumbnail into the skin.
This is the beginning of a new life for Hank. I feel it.

Speaking of fruit, I brought home three lemons from a tree in Jessie and Vergil's yard and while they were picking them, I said to Vergil, "Here you are with your own citrus tree in Florida! You are living the dream, baby!"
They got a big snow in Asheville last night and Vergil is picking lemons off his tree.

Which doesn't mean it's not cold here. Cold enough for me, at least. And Mr. Moon has come home a day early because the 60 mph wind gusts up at the hunting camp had the deer hunkered down and not moving.  So I have my man to snuggle with and I'm cooking chicken with garlic and lemons and it smells so damn good.

I went out, I saw people, I hugged people. I carried antique typewriters up stairs. I saw a good movie and wept silently in the dark beside Kati and Jessie. I am cooking dinner.

And tomorrow I'm going to Waylon's birthday party and will see more people I love.

I think of myself as living such an isolated life and yet, in some ways, it is not isolated at all.

I remember when Mr. Moon and I got married and it was perfect. We had three days to get ready and somehow in that time we got wedding clothes and flowers and a smoked turkey and a cake and a honeymoon plan and yet, not enough time to have our names printed out on napkins.

Like that.

We only have so much time and so much opportunity to love the people we love, to get to the heart of what we are trying to do.
Make good choices. Use capers with a free hand but not too free. Remember, when collecting antique typewriters that if you ever move, someone is going to have to carry them upstairs. The concept of al dente may be highly overrated if you are cooking for love and comfort.
Don't be afraid to say what you're meaning to say with your face and body. Hug the ones you love until you think they may be smushed with your love.

Stay warm.

Love...Ms. Moon

18 comments:

  1. Well, this post smushes me with its love :)

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  2. Dear Hank,

    Eat tangerines.
    We only have so much time.

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  3. What all the fine folks above said.PLUS I Love You! You know the coolest folks. I am now a lurker of Juancho. WOW! As a Blue Female/Lady/Woman in a Red state it is so wonderful to hear smart people. I am always here with you and yours,just stay kinda in the background.Peace Dear Lady Moon...

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  4. Jo- Then I have done my job.

    Denise- I think he will. He loves tangerines.

    Elizabeth- You would have been right there, weeping with us. i'm pretty sure.

    mary I- Speak up! Juancho would love your comments as do I. Thank you.

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  5. All this is lush and true. Oh yes, now I really want to see that movie.

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  6. Okay. Someone needs to print that last paragraph on a nice plaque and sell it. It would go like hotcakes.
    Wise, wise words to live by. All of them.

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  7. You make me want to live in Florida. I like my house here though it's not my old old wonderful house now destroyed and I like my new shop. I'm just not thrilled by my surroundings. I want live water, I want woods to stroll in that aren't choked with poison ivy, I want a kitchen big enough to put a table and chairs in. one of my glass artist friends has a meyer lemon tree in the yard of their shop. it is usually covered in fruit now but that late hard freeze last March did in all the baby fruit.

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  8. This post was like a warm hug. Thanks!

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  9. More hugs in the bank. Damn it woman you do it right.

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  10. You are the very definition of love.

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  11. Andrea- I think you would like it. I really do.
    It had its Hollywood moments but, you know. It was a movie.

    Marty Damon- Aw. Thank you.

    heartinhand- Consider yourself hugged.

    Jill- Sometimes I get it right. So do we all.

    Angella- When I am feeling loving. Which I do not always feel. I admit.

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  12. Andrea- I think you would like it. I really do.
    It had its Hollywood moments but, you know. It was a movie.

    Marty Damon- Aw. Thank you.

    heartinhand- Consider yourself hugged.

    Jill- Sometimes I get it right. So do we all.

    Angella- When I am feeling loving. Which I do not always feel. I admit.

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  13. I don't think I told you, but this summer, while the Toronto International Film Festival was on, I was walking to my office early one morning. I noticed up ahead an oddly familiar figure, a ridiculously child-like figure on a bicycle but this was no bike messenger. Lumbering around the courtyards between the skyscrapers, yes, it was our own Bill Murray. I immediately decided that if I got a chance to speak to him, I would tell him of Mary Moon, direct him here to blessourhearts. But the chance did not present itself. Before I could reach the intersection, the light changed and he lumbered off. But I sure smiled and thought of you. He is such a cool human being.

    -invisigal

    This event alonenalmost made the anxiety of "the job that I will go to today and quit tomorrow" worthwhile.

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  14. Thank you, mama, I would never have got moved if not or the family and friends.

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  15. Invisigal- Honey, I"m just so proud of you for going to work every day I can't stand it. And that story, about Bill- well. It made me so happy just to think about the possibility. Thank you.

    Mr. Downtown- Hugs. Kisses. Love. Etc.


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  16. Oh, the tangerines! I miss citrus off a tree, I really do.

    I do not miss manual typewriters.

    After I asked you what St. Vincent was in a recent comment I remembered Elizabeth's movie review. One of these days I'll see it, I suppose, if I can get over my sudden distaste for movie theaters. (I suppose I could rent it eventually.)

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  17. Steve Reed- I go to the movie theater every time a new Bill Murray movie opens. Maybe. I hear you.

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