Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Rooster Bowls And Boy Toys

Lunch was just pure pleasure and once again, we lingered long although today we were at the Mexican restaurant where all of the lunch specials are $5.79 and hell, we ate enough chips and salsa to cost that much. August being there helps us to just relax and eat slowly and kick back while he's nursing, and Gibson was a good boy, playing with two plastic super heroes or villains or whatever they were, creating scenarios for them and when he'd dropped one he would make the little plastic guy say, "I'm okay! Don't worry!"
Recently he's learned how good it feels to have his back scratched and I love to scratch it for him. He does that thing that we all do when someone scratches our back, which is to bend our shoulders forward to make as much scratching surface as possible. I've always said that we have no idea how itchy our backs are until someone scratches them for us. Sometimes I wish we were still more like our ape-cousins, spending hours each day bent over each other, grooming and picking and scratching. Of course we are far too civilized for that but who of us does not love the feel of having our hair washed when we go to get it cut, the warm water, the fingers of the person attending us as they rub in the shampoo and massage our heads, or having our legs and feet rubbed at the nail salon when we get a pedicure?
I give you this, although I believe I have given it to you before. It is well worth watching more than once.



A sort of quiet ecstasy.

We passed August around and even Gibson asked to hold him and I helped him to do that. I keep thinking of Vergil saying, "This family sure does love babies."
Oh. We really do.

Jessie and I went and did a little shopping after we finally left the restaurant. We went to Tuesday Morning which is just a treasure box of everything a person might want from luxurious towels to pillows to quilts to chocolates to toys to lamps to rugs to pots and pans and napkins and wrapping paper and dishes and shower curtains and candles and silly useless shit that no one needs. Jessie bought a rug and a baby toy and I bought some puzzles and science experiment kits and activity books for the boys' stay with me this weekend. Also, four new bowls, made in Portugal.



It had occurred to me the other day that I am dissatisfied with my soup bowls which I use many times a week for beans and soups and stews and fuck it- I am sixty-one years old and as a wise friend told me years ago, when it comes to the things we use every day, it is well worth buying that which pleases us. And these bowls do please me and did not require taking out a loan to buy them. I paid less for all four of them than I'll probably pay for the ingredients to fill them for one meal.
Such a good deal.

So here I am and I'm going to make some sort of fresh tomato sauce for pasta with kale from the garden and I haven't seen Maurice which worries the hell out of me. I know. I KNOW. She always comes back. But I have to worry about something. It's as if I am afraid that the gods will hear me if I talk too much about my blessings and then curse me with their jealous powers. I will never forget reading "The Good Earth" by Pearl S. Buck when I was young and being struck by her description of how, after a baby was born, people would say derogatory things about the baby so that the gods would not smote the baby.
Smite?
Whatever.

May there be no smoting or smiting for any of us.

Love...Ms. Moon






10 comments:

  1. Um, yes, smite. Smote's the past tense. Smite, smote, smitten.

    Fun, fun.


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  2. When I was little my nana gave me back tickles. She would start at the top and does soft swooshes all the way down. It was this instant Zen-like experience that was the most relaxing thing in the world. When we were babies she used to put us to sleep this way. When we were older she still gave us back tickles even though we were way, way too old but it was the best feeling in the world. I am looking forward to having my own grandchildren so I can pass on the love.

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  3. Great bowls! I was going to say the boys are good ages apart to get their own brand of loving and then I thought of the little girl that is coming. But you have two arms and two hands and 4 kids and you can get them all! Your world is just full of love!

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  4. Oh my, those bowls are so pretty! I have such a weakness for pretty bowls. I think I might check my local Tuesday Morning to see if they have them. I know there will be many delicious edibles cooked, served and enjoyed in the Moon household in those lovely bowls. I'm thinking some of your pinto beans and a big piece of cornbread would look mighty fine and yes I'd love some, thank you!

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  5. Some people could use a good smiting, but I won't go there.

    Love the bowls! And so perfect for you with that rooster.

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  6. Beautiful bowls. what a lovely time.

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  7. Jo- Thank you.

    Birdie- Yes. Oh- such a good thing to look forward to. I am so glad your Nana did that for you. There is nothing like a loved one's touch.

    Joanne- Yes, we have to find different ways to love on them as they grow older. They may not accept kisses and hugs the way they used to do when they were small, but back scratching always feels good.

    Angie D- You inspired what I am going to have for dinner tonight. Thank you.

    Steve Reed- I do not want to be one of those people who collect things. Like...chickens. But hey- sometimes you find things that just tickle your fancy. These bowls did that for me.
    And yes, I can think of a few people who might benefit from a good smiting.

    Angella- It was!

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  8. Oh, I love that Southern Comfort ad! And the bowls are wonderful --"as are Gibson and Baby August and Jessie and you.

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  9. Oh, I love that Southern Comfort ad! And the bowls are wonderful --"as are Gibson and Baby August and Jessie and you.

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  10. I was just talking to someone about these solitary cinfine,net prisons deny human touch to the inmates and how cruel and dehumanizing that is.

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