Friday, March 1, 2019

What's It All Mean, Mr. Natural? Don't Mean Shit, Part 247


That's the Buckeye blossom. If I were a bee or a hummingbird or a butterfly, I would wear my brightest lipstick, deepest decolletage, and highest heels to court it.

It's been one of those days. Just...off.
Mr. Moon left the house at 3:00 a.m. to fly to Ft. Lauderdale to pick up a car for a customer.
Three. A.M.
And of course he had to fly to Atlanta from Tallahassee to get the plane to Ft. Lauderdale because Tallahassee is a podunk place with shitty airline service despite the fact that it's the capital of Florida. So, yeah. I woke up when he left and told him I loved him and he hugged me and I fell back asleep and the next thing I knew it was 4:30 a.m. and the phone was ringing and I was relieved when I saw it was his number because at least if he was calling me he was alive but he couldn't find his wallet and was it by the door? Had he forgotten it? I couldn't find it and he was just about to freak out when he found it in a sort of hidden pocket in the backpack he was carrying with him.
Nothing like a good burst of adrenalin at that time of the morning.
I did go back to sleep though.
My dreams have been absolutely cinematic in scope lately. I am not even me in some of them. I am someone else. One was actually set in a different universe which was comprised of many different universes. Wish I could remember more about that one. A few nights ago I dreamed I was living in India which was my home and my parents had won a lottery and taken off and deserted me and my two sisters and I had to run what had been the family business which was renting out rooms and also, taking care of those little girls.
Cleaning was involved.
Last night, or this morning, I was in a boat traveling the coast of Africa, alone, and I had no idea how the boat worked or anything about it but somehow I found myself at a port in some unknown to me city in some unknown to me country on that vast continent and it was sort of a colonial situation and a good friend of mine from days long past was there, elegant and knowing everything I did not, and I was falling in love with wherever it was that I was in Africa.
Perhaps my brain is making up for the fact that I don't go much of anywhere or do much of anything these days, by taking me on these far-away adventures or maybe I am remembering past lives or even viewing possible future lives.
I do not know.

I did go to Tallahassee today, podunk place that it is. I went to Michael's and bought embroidery thread and a cheap artist's pen and then I went to Marshall's and bought a linen dress without even trying it on and a linen shirt without even trying it on and then I went to Publix and bought what one buys at Publix which is mostly food and toilet paper.
I swept the porches, I did some laundry, I found five nice eggs.
One of my hens has a very red butt and according to the internet it could be anything from mites to a fungal infection and no, I am not going to give my chicken Epson salts baths nor am I going to put diaper rash cream on her butt.
If it starts to spread to the other hens, I'll do something.
Something...
I guess.

I feel as if I am in a space of ennui, of inaction and the complete inability to begin anything new or to deal with anything old or to do anything, anything at all besides handling the most basic elements of life. I look at places in the yard that need attention desperately and I sigh and avert my eyes. I try to do things in the garden but after about an hour and twenty ant bites I give up and promise myself I'll get back to it eventually.

I will stop bitching now. Because that is what I'm doing. I have no valid reason for complaint and yet, complain I do. At least I'm not blaming anyone else for my seemingly static existence because that would be ridiculous. I am not stupid.
Maybe I'm just going through a period of time where my mind is trying to wrap itself around the reality of being the age I am, looking the way I do, feeling the way I feel.
Which is also ridiculous. Seems obvious that the women who thrive the most as they age are the ones who just plow right on through, refusing to put down their paintbrushes, their pens, their hoes or their shovels, their microphones or their make-up, their running shoes or their responsibilities, their spirits or their stethoscopes, their joie de vivre or their jewelry, their guts or grins or guitars.

Yeah well. Good for them.

I'm gonna go chop some cabbage.

Love...Ms. Moon






16 comments:

  1. we seem to be living in the same place...ennuiville.

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    1. Ennuiville. Yes. And the zip code is 00000.

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  2. Ennui...I actually remember when I first encountered the word in high school...it felt so foreign & unrelated to my young life, yet quite intriguing. Little did I know it would be just a typical day in my life as a late-60-something! Sigh.

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  3. Ennui...I actually remember when I first encountered the word in high school...it felt so foreign & unrelated to my young life, yet quite intriguing. Little did I know it would be just a typical day in my life as a late-60-something! Sigh.

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  4. I can relate to this. Especially with regard to the state of my house. I want to renovate it from one end to the other and make it shiny and new, not shabby and worn. But...ennui. Also, you know, the aging thing. It’s hitting me hard. But those dreams are fantastic! I think you’re visiting yourself in other lives, past, parallel, future, who knows? at least you know you’ll be with friends in some of them.

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    1. If I could just get motivated enough to do a thorough cleaning of my house it would be a grand start but...ennui! Which sounds better than laziness somehow.
      As to the dreams- I have no other real explanation.

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  5. It's in the air. I drove past my road this morning. Apparently it's been downloaded!

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  6. How curious, we all seem to be Henri with Ennui-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M7ibPk37_U&list=PLHBwTIdCxa8HuEOdjG6hMO6QcgdarZy28

    I wandered around the house all day yesterday sparked by nothing at all, even my favorite things to do seemed flat and meaningless. I have been this was for days. I though it was depression creeping in but it seems bigger- and it is- it is global. Sorry about your chicken's butt. That has got to be uncomfortable.

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    1. I am a huge fan of Henri. I GET him.
      Global depression accompanied by Global anxiety?

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  7. I like your dreams better than mine. My dreams have involved a lot of bloodshed of late. Not sure what that's about.

    I feel blah too. This time of year often does it to me. To battle my anger and angst I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floors. The floors look better and I'm sick of cleaning now.

    I miss having kids to take care of I think. Even though the big guy and I didn't get home until almost 8 last night because of stuff. We walked through the door and it was so quiet and peaceful, it was wonderful. Not sure what I really want, maybe just what I don't have at the moment:)

    Hope your day gets better. Sending hugs.

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    1. "Not sure what I really want..."
      Oh god. Me too. Or me either. Whatever.
      And yeah, at least your floors were clean for a moment.

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  8. Ennui. Yes, exactly. It’s always good to be able to name a thing, whether a flower or a frame of mind.

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  9. Well, thank goodness Mr. Moon found his wallet. I HATE that feeling, especially when I'm traveling.

    That buckeye flower is beautiful!

    I'm always impressed by people who have cinematic dreams like that. First of all, how do you remember them? With few exceptions, my dreams are gone the moment I wake up. I've certainly never dreamed anything with so much complexity that it took place in another universe!

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