That's what it looks like from my front porch into the library through the window. See all the blur? That's due to the incredible warmth and humidity that swept in this morning, making every mirror, glass cabinet, window and wall in my house sweat. Last night was cool and dry, perfect and lovely. Today? Ah well. We've flipped again.
I haven't gotten shit done today but it's been an interesting day. Two friends dropped by and we visited for awhile and it was nice. Very nice. We discussed everything from life-after-death and what might happen (I have no idea) to the fact that a woman we know is pregnant with her eleventh child. While we were discussing the life-after-death possibilities, I quoted a thing I read on Facebook today which is attributed to Noel Coward who was born on this day in 1899.
"We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?"
A bit depressing but undeniably true and Noel, having died in 1973, either now knows or does not know. Here's another quote of his which I adore:
"Hollywood is a place where some people lie on the beach and look up at the stars, whereas other people lie on the stars and look down at the beach."
Oh my goodness. Sometimes I mourn for the days when wit and intelligence and talent were prized rather than the snark and bullshit which passes for quotable quotes today.
My friends and I made about as much headway on the topic of the afterlife as we did on why anyone would want eleven children. And you know what? Some things are just not ours to know.
Or judge, if you get right down to it.
But the Great Mysteries give our brains something to chew on while they're not busy calculating gas milage or what to have for dinner or what our paypal password is or where that missing CD could be, I suppose.
Mr. Moon has gone to a basketball game in town with a friend and I actually IRONED HIS SHIRT! (I know. Shut up. He deserves an ironed shirt once in awhile.) I have soup cooking.
What we do know is that we have this, right now. The flower, the soup, the wet diaper, the sharp peppery arugula, the hands of the people we love.
I could not, I would not, ask for more.