Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Feeling My Age

I know it's hot everywhere but it's hot here too. Fuck me. It's fuck me hot. 

So I went to town and I had lunch with Lily and Gibson who gets out of his school at noon and Maggie and Jessie and August.
Here's Maggie.

She's adorable. 
I didn't take any more pictures because I was too busy eating pizza and salad. It was delicious.
Then we went to Costco where I didn't take any pictures at all. It's mighty nice having the Tall Girls back together again, wearing their babies on their chests and buying huge quantities of stuff. People actually sometimes ask if August and Magnolia are twins, despite the fact that each one obviously has his or her own personal mommy. 
Oh well. They are close in age. 

I went and picked up my repaired sewing machine from the racist right-winger. I can't help it- I don't hate the man. I don't know why. But for sixty-one dollars he replaced my antique, cracked Bakelite plug, a belt, completely cleaned up the machine and reset the tension. And told me that it was a "fast" machine. 
I felt proud. Of my fast machine.
And not one bit ripped off. 
And we didn't discuss politics. 

I've been to Publix (I know- you must ask yourself- how much does that woman eat? And the answer is obviously way too much) where I wandered around in a daze trying to remember what goes into stir-fry, and came home and got the clothes off the line and simply had to lay down and take a tiny nap which didn't do a damn thing except make me mad because I had to get back up and attend to more stuff. I am hot to the core and cranky and tired of everything and thinking about going and getting into the little kid pool but I probably won't because it's time to make supper. 

All I can say right now is that with any luck at all my day will end with a shower and lying in bed with a book which is my idea of heaven these days. 
Have I told you that I have been sleeping recently in a white cotton nightgown? I rediscovered it in a drawer and am looking to order another online because I love it so damn much. 
White. Cotton. Nightgown. With tucks and buttons. It could be described as "voluminous."
I wore it in Cuba in the Nun Room. Lis had one too. 

My husband is a lucky, lucky man, don't you think?

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Less lucky men can only *fantasise* about such nightwear.

    Every photo I see of Maggie's darling round head seems sweeter than the last. She's so excellently perfect. Perfectly excellent. I want to meet her soooo much! And her little pink top (dress?) is gorgeous.

    Aren't these the dog days of summer when people want to murder each other? I think cranky and in the kiddie pool is appropriate. Probably the safest place to be :)

  2. Living in Celsius Europe I have no idea about 100 °F but I get the drift. I don't think I would even wear a nightdress with temps that high but cotton is always good.

  3. Ugh. I do not envy that heat.

    I do slightly envy a white cotton nightgown. Men used to wear cotton nightshirts -- I wonder why that tradition went away?

    It's amazing how much time a person can spend in a grocery store. But when it's 100 degrees outside, why not?! I'd be there all the time, too!

  4. Let me know from whom you order the voluminous white cotton nightgown. It sounds heavenly.

  5. a lucky man indeed. I don't wear nightclothes (read I sleep naked) but I do have an old soft long flannel nightgown that I put on when I wake at 2 or 3 AM and can't get back to sleep. it's white with tiny pink and blue rosebuds on it. yesterday, I slept til 9:30 and I only got up then because my husband came in to ask if I was going to sleep all day. Maybe, I told him.


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