The dead appeared to be at peace on this gray, damp, cool December day.
I have been feeling strong on my walks lately and I am glad of that. I am sure the cooler weather has much to do with it. It's lovely to get home from my miles and not feel as if I am done for the day, exhausted and sore. When I stopped at the Post Office on my way home I found a dress I'd ordered from eBay for my trip and I brought it right home and tried it on and it makes me very happy.
It is soft, it is embroidered, it has a slip, it has pockets. It may in fact be the perfect dress. I now have about five short dresses and a few long dresses to wear in Mexico and that may be about all I'll need. A few sweater things, a pair of shorts, a couple of shirts, a bathing suit. I'd love to find a few skirts to wear as well and maybe I'll spend some time at the Goodwill. I am not, at this moment at least, too concerned about it all.
I think about the woman I was when I first went to that little island which stole my heart. It was almost thirty years ago and I was thirty-two years old, still only the mother of three! and considered myself just about middle-aged already and the thing I remember buying for my trip was some water-proof eyeshadow in mermaid shades and I will be taking some more of that this trip. Mary Moon does not wear make-up for the most part but Maria Luna has been known to do so.
Oh! How I wish I had known how beautiful I was then. How very, very young.
Well. What an amazing thing to be able to go back all these years later. I hear that there have been changes in the Zocalo and I am interested to see them. I hope with all of my heart that Plaza Leza is still there- the place where we always go for our first meal. I just looked it up and it appears to be there, although under new ownership which sort of breaks my heart because it was the owner who always told us, "Welcome home." I wonder if they still make the tiny lethal margaritas there, the delicious chiles rellenos which I always order. So much has changed in Cozumel since we first started visiting. In 1987 the only vegetables we ever saw were either in the Xnipec (the Mayan version of Pico de Gallo) or were carrots and a type of squash I've never really identified along with a serving of the ubiquitous frijoles negroes refritos. Of course the fruit has always been wonderful and varied. Now there are Italian restaurants and I hear there's a German restaurant and restaurants which serve fancy sorts of fusion-indigenous cuisine but I know that some of our old favorites are still there with the delicious local seafood and sopa de lima and Mayan pork dishes which I never have once grown tired of.
So anyway, besides dreaming of Cozumel, taking my walk and trying on my new dress, I have taken trash and picked salad greens for my neighbors and done a little tiny bit of laundry and the usual tidying and making up of the bed. And embroidering. Somehow this has filled up my entire day.
My entire day.
And I am happy with that.
Yes, I've looked at the news and yes, I am still in shock and horrorfication and I think I've just reached a point where I can't deal with it.
I am one woman and I will do whatever I can on a day-to-day/person-to-person basis to ensure that justice is done but quite frankly, I will just be incredibly happy if there is no nuclear warfare in the next four years.
That is where I am with expectations about the coming administration. The bar has been set so low for expectation that the lowliest earthworm could cross it and there is not much more to be said about that at this moment.
Yes, I paid too much for a previously-owned dress on eBay but it is going to bring me pleasure and comfort and when I think about the long, long line of the history of this planet and realize how incredibly small my place is in that, I take comfort. Here I am. I have done what I could and done what I shouldn't have and will do both until the day I die.
Yours truly and much love...Ms. Moon