Thursday, May 25, 2017

It's Okay For You To Laugh. Might As Well


Miss Camellia who comes to visit me on the porch every day. 

Either it's time for me to start doing the heroin retirement plan* or else the fact that my antidepressant prescription ran out and I didn't get it refilled for two days really kicked my ass. 

Or both. 

It wasn't a bad day at all. Gibson's graduation went fine although there must have been ten thousand pre-K'ers graduating and they read every name and every child walked across the stage and got two fist bumps and a diploma AND they showed every child's baby picture and graduation picture on a screen while they played songs guaranteed to make you weep like a child whose dog just died including Somewhere Over The Rainbow as done by IZ Kamakawiwo'ole and if you don't cry when you hear that song just go ahead and leave the planet because you are not of this world.
There were also songs and a few short presentations by the children and all of this took quite some time but at least we had two graduates to clap for as Darling Lenore graduated too. 

Owen was in a tearful and bad mood and wouldn't tell us why and actually crawled under the pew to ponder his sorrows in darkness and peace (the event was being held in a church) and I got down on my knees to talk to him and asked him if he'd murdered someone and he said, "How could I murder someone at SCHOOL?" and I could think of a few ways but I did not share them. Maggie was pretty good and flirted with a lot of people and went from Mer to Bop to Mommy to Daddy and took off her shoes and tried to put them back on and clapped with everyone else when it was appropriate but she cried when she banged her head on the wooden part of the pew, piteously and with great volume. By that time there were about ten young'uns' being held by parents in the back of the church and Lily and Maggie and then Jason and Maggie joined them. 
Finally, though, it was all over and here are our two graduates.


In the church and


outside with the family, and


Boppy with Gibson. 

So all of that was good and joyful but before the graduation I went to pick up my Macbook and the guy wanted me to look and make sure that all of my pictures were there and the woman who'd worked on it was hearing impaired and he had to translate and I looked at my iPhotos and there were indeed pictures and thousands of them and so I said, "Fine. Thank-you," and gave the woman a thumbs up and we flashed smiles and I was rushing because I wanted to get to Costco before the graduation and when I got home I realized that the only photos were the fucking photos from the Photo Booth and who cares about those? 
God dammit. 
Now I have to go back AND admit that I was in error. 
Thus- feeling like a fool. 
But add this to it- I went to Publix with the intention of getting my prescriptions and when I got there there were at least five people in line waiting to pick up their own meds so I decided to do my grocery shopping and then pick mine up and you know what happened. Of course you do. I completely forgot. 

Mr. Moon picked them up for me on his way home so all is not completely lost but I believe I am. Lost, that is. 

All right. Enough whinging.  

I guess.

Did I tell you what Mr. Moon got on the trail camera he set up by the chicken coop? A coyote! A nice, big healthy coyote with a big bushy tail. Also a possum. The possum I was expecting, the coyote, not really. The lesson here is to close up the hen house before it gets dark. And we have been and will do. At least it wasn't a bear which would not be completely surprising. I hear a bear can tear up a hen house in less time that it takes me to peel an onion and if I went out to shut up the chickens and found a bear, I'd never get over it. 
Not in this lifetime. Especially if he'd already massacred all of my birds. 

Well, no massacre tonight so far and the sun is setting and shining all golden on everything and I got to talk to Jessie and August today which was wonderful. When I said hello to August he said the same thing to me that Maggie always says when I talk to her which is, "Boppa?"
Jeez those babies love their grandfather. 
Jessie reports that all is well and here's a picture she sent me the other day of August having his afternoon tea and crackers on the floor. 


Time for me to start making plans to visit Asheville. 

Also time for me to start making supper. 

Love from Lloyd...Ms. Moon


*Back many years ago Mr. Moon and I made a semi-serious vow to begin the use of heroin when we reached the point where we were probably about to need to move into a nursing home. We would ride the white horse until the money ran out and then OD and although we'd use up all the kids' inheritance, we'd save them the trouble of having to deal with adult diapers, etc. 
We have been told this is probably not a wise retirement plan but we still haven't quite discarded the idea. I can't imagine where we would find the dope but where there's a will there's a way. 
Stay tuned for developments as the years proceed. 

25 comments:

  1. I imagine you can find heroin or fentanyl anywhere in Florida, real easy and real cheap. Or maybe just get an opoid prescription from any old doctor and join the rest of the country.

    Just kidding, of course. I hope that you and Glen live many many more years, and if your kids need help changing the adult diapers -- well -- they can call me.

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  2. Oh, Elizabeth! You've changed enough diapers in your life! But I love you for saying that.

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  3. new to your blog; hi! I love a fellow grandma who also swears. just.like.me. :)

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    1. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of cursing grandmas! Welcome!

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  4. That Lenore is so very tiny! Or Gibson is tall. Or both. Are they the same age? I would have gone bonkers listening to every kid's name. I would have wanted to hear just a few and my own and Lenore's of course. Poor Owen. He must have had a hard time with all that too. I like your idea about your retirement plans. What fun! I'm thinking by that time the kids can join you and have a grand ole time. I keep thinking it's Friday and I was going to tell you to enjoy your Martini. I'm thinking of trying marijuana in place of my antidepressant. I've been feeling hopeless. Don't know if it would make a difference or if the world is just too depressing for anything right now...

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    1. Joanne. Do it. I am so glad I have. I am feeling loads and loads better. Little to no anxiety anymore. I am partaking daily. Some days it's oil, other days it's a candy and other days it's a capsule.

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    2. BTW, I love your new header🌸🌺Birdie, I just made an appt for tomorrow.

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    3. Joanne- let us know how it works, okay? This is what I love about the blog world- we share. It's awesome. And Gibson and Lenore are very close in age. She's just a tiny little love.

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    4. well, I say do it. I've been smoking it since I was 17 (I'm 67 now). my son, who stated smoking it after he came back from Iraq physically whole but not the same boy, says it helps him.

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    5. Joanne I take edibles to sleep. They work exactly 💯 better than the drugs my psychiatrist wants me to take and I know it keeps my depression from spiraling out though I still take my psych meds. XO

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  5. Off-ing myself with heroin when I get old and demented? Abso-fucking-lutely. I am definitely going to kill myself if I ever have to go to a nursing home. I'm probably not the best person to ask because I've seen too much ugly with growing old.

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    1. Yeah- people who work with the dying are apt to be very much in favor of assisted death.

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  6. Coyote? That's it, I'm getting a shotgun.

    The heroin plan is brilliant.

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    1. Get a trail cam and see what's up!

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  7. Your heroin plan is superb and this post made me laugh so hard I flushed a pheasant out of the tall grass. Your writing is ten gazillion times better than Garrison what's his face. I've been meaning to tell you that for years but I am so self centered and all. Riding the sunset on the Ativan choochoo tonight love you Mary Moon.

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    1. "Garrison what's his face." Haha! I love him and you know it so that was a terrific and humbling compliment. I'm glad I could make you laugh, dear Rebecca!

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  8. So I have decided after ten trillion graduation ceremonies at all stages of educational life that they are frickin stressful. The pictures always turn out nice though so I guess it's worth it for the record. Your pictures here are wonderful. Gibson and Boppy is a classic.

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    1. Lily took that picture! Isn't it great? Graduations are stressful AND well, let's face it- boring. But we humans must like them. And they are milestones, aren't they? I was thinking yesterday that although we may get married more than once, we certainly only graduate from pre-K once! Which is sort of funny.

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  9. we have a graduation ceremony to go to tonight. the twins are finally done with high school and will be heading off to college in August! and yeah, you heroin plan sounds like a good one. what better way to go than blissed out?

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    1. I've never done heroin (I'd probably dead now if I had) but I hear it's amazing. The twins are graduating? No way! Dang. Ellen- we're not 29 anymore.

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  10. Oh no! I hope you recover your pictures. It's funny that you use the word "whinging," which I think of as such a British word. I don't think I'd ever heard it before I moved here. Maybe Owen was just grouchy because Gibson was getting all the attention.

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    1. I love the word "whinge." I've gotten it from my GB blog friends and from the GB literature I read. It's such a perfect word.
      It was something more than that for Owen but I don't know what. He's emotional like his mama was.

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    2. In Australia you are called a whinger if you whine too much ... xx

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  11. I laughed and laughed at this post and I love the new banner picture! You're an ace, Ms. Moon.

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  12. Thanks, Catalyst! I've never been called an Ace before as far as I know and I like it!

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