Friday, July 14, 2017

The Finest Journey You Can Imagine

Cher! You may say. What the hell are you doing on Ms. Moon's blog?
Well, I will tell you. Last night Mr. Moon and I stayed in Macon, Georgia and instead of staying at a Day's Inn or a Travel Lodge, we went for the big adventure and stayed in an old inn downtown called the 1842 Inn which was, supposedly, the only building in Macon that Sherman didn't burn when he made his way down through Georgia, and on the wall of celebrities, there was a picture of Our Lady Of Perpetual Cherness.
Also this note.

She had stayed there when her former husband, Gregg Allman died recently. 
Oprah's picture was there too. 
Also, Ivanka Trump's. 
So, you know it was a fine and fancy place and I have to say that if you are a man and you want some lovin', take your sweetie to a fine and fancy place where the bed is huge

 and the amenities are luxurious and make her feel like she belongs there and chances are, you might get lucky. 
You might get real lucky. 

Lord, I feel like I've been time-traveling, universe-traveling, and all-American automobile traveling. 
And I have. 

Two nights ago we were on Black Mountain, visiting Vergil's family where we ate supper with his sister and her husband and their three beautiful children and his mama and stepdaddy at his mother's house where the view over her garden looks like this.

Can you believe that? 

And then that breakfast the next morning at the Five Points where you can take your biscuits and tomatoes and make a sandwich of them and where I cried and we said good-bye. 
We drove all day long, not having a plan or a clue and stopped at several places to look at antiques and junk and stuff and it was fun and then last night we stayed there at the 1842 and this morning we had our complimentary breakfast in the courtyard of eggs and bacon and stone-ground cheese grits and all sorts of amazing foods. 



And then we finally dragged ourselves away from the room and headed south on every tiny road in Georgia and stopped in one tiny town to buy baby chick starter at a feed store and at another tiny town where we had a late lunch which I will remember longer and more fondly even than that breakfast. 
We passed a little place called Josie's.

We turned around and came back and parked and went in and damn. Just...damn. 
We got in line and were served cafeteria style. Our choices were almost too much to bear. Barbecued pork chops, fried chicken, fried fish, cabbage, greens, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken and dressing and cranberry sauce, green beans, peas and carrots, cole slaw. 
Here's what we both ended up with.

Good GOD, y'all. 
Montezuma, Georgia. Josie's restaurant. They close at three and have to lock the door because people still want to get in. 

Then we drove down every other two-lane road in Georgia and I read and read and read to Mr. Moon and fell in love with Duane's Depressed for about the tenth or maybe twentieth time and we bought lottery scratch-offs and I won fifteen dollars and we realized that the south is absolutely filled with gorgeous old houses and they are still standing and still proud and straight and life is still being lived in them and we saw fields of cotton and corn and we finally got...home.

And here we are and I'm exhausted and I think I've brought home Jessie and August's cold but I had so much fun with them and there were so many kisses and so much sharing of food and wah-wee (which is what August calls water) that it almost feels like an honor to have gotten this little virus. 

I'm not kidding. 

Do you think I miss this guy?

That's him getting his pirate tattoos that I bought him. 

I miss him so damn much I can't tell you. 

But I also miss my Owen and my Gibson and my Maggie and here we are, back in Lloyd and I'll get my hands on everyone soon enough. We seem to be missing a few chickens including Dearie which sort of breaks my heart but maybe he'll show up tomorrow. Dottie has only let me see one of the babies and it's darling. 
Maurice hasn't come around yet and I'm sure I'll have to pay for my abandonment. Jack, of course, has come in to eat. I think he eats in the kitchens of at least two other neighbors so he hasn't suffered too badly. 

And here we are. I have to say that I think that perhaps this was one of the very best vacation trips of my entire life. Maybe the absolute best one that didn't involve Mexico. 

There was just about every sort of love that you can imagine and there were laughs and there was grace and there was fun and there were rivers and mountains and romance and delicious foods and August at a restaurant saying to the waiter, "Waffa- please."

Until he got his waffa. 
And there were hipsters and country folks and ladies serving up food whom I know go to church every time the doors are open, wearing aprons and taking care of business. 

And I haven't even talked about the karaoke. 
And I probably won't. Except to say that no, I did not sing. 

We're home. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. This post leaves me speechless with joy. And Mary the thought of someone anyone cooking for you for a change pleases me no end. Love and welcome home.

    1. Thank you, so much Rebecca. You are precious. And I have to tell you that one of my favorite parts of the trip was the night I made supper in Jessie's house. Tomato pie, field peas that I brought from my garden, risotto with spinach and sun-dried tomatoes, and bread that we bought at the farmer's market which had been baked by a friend of Jessie and Vergil's. One of Vergil's childhood friends was there and she is pregnant too with her first child and it was just so fun. And you know what? I am not cooking tonight. We ate that late lunch that was so filling and I am just trying to reclaim my house and unpack a little bit at a time and I'm about to take a Benadryl and go to bed in my own bed which is the best bed in the whole wide world. But I sure do wish Maurice would show back up. You know I love that crazy woman-cat.

  2. Welcome home dear Mary. Your visit in Asheville and the back roads meander back home sounds perfect in every regard. Love.

    1. It honestly was. I mean- as perfect as a trip can be on Planet Earth in these days and times. We really got so spend more one-on-one time with the Weatherfords than we ever would have any other way. And it was a joy.

  3. I drove every mile and shared every hug and smile and tear you shed on this journey, how wonderful for you all. Reading this post was pure joy! I'm happy you are home and can settle back in to your bed and see your other grands soon....... what a journey you have had. Maurice will appear in the night and will bite your hand, no doubt!~ .
    Susan M

    1. Maurice has come in and said hello to Mr. Moon but that dang cat hasn't said a word to me. Why do I love her so much?
      And yes, our bed is the best bed. Ever.

  4. what is there to say? a wonderful vacation full of love.

  5. Welcome home! Your descriptions of the food have made me salivate and it's still early morning out here on the left coast.

    1. I do love food. Growing it, cooking it, eating it. What can I say?

  6. What a holiday! You and Mr Moon know how to travel.

    How green North Carolina is. Vergil's mom's view reminds me of Wicklow.

    1. Isn't it gorgeous? Lord, what a beautiful place.

  7. I'm sorry to hear about Dearie! I can report he was there when I left on Thursday morning. Hope to see you soon.

    1. All is well. He's back in the tree tonight. He is figuring it out.

  8. If you'd asked me whether Cher had every stayed in Macon, Georgia, I would have put my money on "no." So funny where people wind up. But it looks like a great hotel, and Josie's looks like my kind of place! Y'all know how to road trip.

    1. Well, Macon is pretty darn rockin'. I'd love to go back. Plus- her former husband was from there and that's where his funeral was. Now what Oprah was doing there, I cannot tell you.

  9. What a fine and beautiful recap of your trip! Those little discoveries made along the way are priceless. I'm writing it down. Josie's in Montezuma. And Welcome Home. Also fine and beautiful! XXOO

    1. Josie's is worth going way out of your way in my opinion but then again, I do love southern food more than I probably should.
      It's nice to be home although that trip was so good that I wouldn't mind taking it again tomorrow.


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