Monday, December 18, 2017
It Is A Misty, Moisty Evening
That is what the lettuce looks like tonight after it rained. The flashlight shows the diamond water drops, and how amazing to think that even at night, it is that green, needing only a shaft of light to draw the color back from the darkness.
I went to Costco which wasn't nearly as crowded as you would think it might be, one week before Christmas. I walked about with my cart the size of Montana, texting my children, "Would you want this? Or this? Do you need this?" and so forth and the samples were crazy good, the best cheeses and salty ham, sliced as thin as an assassin's blade. That was my lunch, each of those bites added together and it was delicious. I have gotten a very, very good start to the whole gift thing and of course I feel guilty because none of what I bought was "local" or "locally sourced" nor did the purchase of any of it contribute to a cleaner planet, a healthier community, or a starving artist.
It all is what it is which is the booty/bounty of what I could fill my cart with and someone is making a living, either where the products were made or here where the employees keep the shelves stocked, serve up the samples, check people out with such fine efficiency. One of the things I love about Costco is the way I see the same employees year after year. I almost feel as if I have developed a sort of relationship with some of them. The lady who found my wallet when I inadvertently left it is someone I always look for and when I see her, I hug her so hard. In the whole word of huggers, she is definitely in the top ten and she is most amazing eye-make-up applier I have ever seen. Please do not think I am being ironic here. Her eyes always remind me of mermaid eyes. They would be beautiful naked but she makes them into works of art.
What was I talking about? Oh yes- everything is local somewhere and I do understand that this is hardly what "buying local" is meant to do. I am not ignorant. I am just a horrible shopper.
I reached a point in my shopping where I suddenly HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE and I did and when the cashier rang me up and announced my total I almost fainted.
"Whoa!" I said, and she said, "That accelerated quickly, didn't it? You have fallen prey to the lure of consumerism." I wondered if perhaps she has a degree in philosophy or poetry or something like that as that was not the response I was expecting but it was awesome.
So. Mrs. Moon, you may be wanting to ask, Do you still have a husband?
I am fairly sure that I do and he will be home within the hour after having driven all the way from Tennessee today. I am going to make him a salad from that lettuce in the picture and clam spaghetti and warm up some of the Parmesan/Rosemary bread that I bought at the Costco which is absolutely some of the best bread I've ever personally eaten.
The leaves are dripping onto the leaf-strewn ground and I can hear a lonely frog singing off in the distance. Cars go by and their wheels make ssshhhushing sounds as they drive through the puddles on the wet road. It is so warm that one questions the date on the calendar. I took a nap this afternoon and when I woke, I had to think for a minute about what time of day and season it was.
Ah yes. Late afternoon, almost the winter solstice. Christmas will be here in a blink and the days will start growing longer.
It is comforting to think that no matter how much we humans screw things up, the solstice is something we can count on. It is real and true and eternal and can be observed and predicted and proven and celebrated. The light returns, not in theory or as a metaphor. It is not only evidence-based, it is science-based.
It is something we can hang our hats on.