Tuesday, January 28, 2020

A Parting Of The Veil Day


Today was as blue and crisp as line-dried Levi's, cloudless as a baby's eyes. I did in fact hang the clothes on the line and why that makes me feel so good is beyond me but it does. There's just something so perfect about it in design and effort. And it's ridiculously pretty to me to see those towels and napkins and dishcloths and shirts and underwear and yes, jeans, fluttering in the sweet cool breeze. There's something so infinitely cleansing in the drying of laundry on the line which is far superior to what happens in the dryer.
Or at least in my very simple and simply pleased mind.

So yes, today was a better day and I've found that when I've been through a spate of sadness and anxiety which suddenly ease their hold on me that it's so much a release and a relief that there's almost a giddiness to my soul. Once again the smallest things make me happy and I wonder why in the world it's ever so damn hard for me to enjoy the small but bounty-full life I lead. I started making a black bean soup early this morning and that gave me pleasure. The laundry on the line gave me pleasure.
My camellias gave me pleasure.
The red and white ones are called "La Peppermint" and the white ones are called "Seafoam."
How perfect are those names?

I had to go to town to get some groceries and I met Lily and Lauren and Magnolia June for lunch. I got a salad bar salad and then finished up Maggie's macaroni and cheese because it was the most delicious macaroni and cheese I'd ever tasted, like Blue Box Kraft only even cheesier and more sinful and I enjoyed every molecule without guilt. Maggie and I were wearing practically matching dresses which was funny and the shirt Lily was wearing was the same color. I helped my granddaughter get her soft-serve ice cream cone and she was happy about that. She got bored before we were finished and did some child yoga on the bench seat we were sharing which was entirely inappropriate and also hysterical. After lunch I stopped at Walmart which I almost never frequent but I wanted a new crochet hook and didn't want to drive all the way across town to get one. I went to Publix and got everything I needed and didn't run into anyone I didn't want to speak to which is always a huge bonus. In fact, I didn't run into anyone I knew at all.
I'm not much of an extravert these days.

I got home and got the clothes off the line and folded them and put them away, heated the bean soup back to simmer, unloaded the dishwasher, picked fresh camellias, swept the kitchen, made pickled onions to go on the soup, cleaned out the chicken nests, put the poopy hay around the rose that Ellen sent me, sat and crocheted for a few minutes and watched another episode of Schitt's Creek.
Mr. Moon and our friend Tom are watching a basketball game which Tom can't get on his TV and I'm about to serve them some soup with chopped cilantro, sour cream, avocados, and the pickled onions.

You could pierce your ear with the moon night, it's that sharp and thin.

There is so much wrong in the world right now but for today, at least, I can find joy in that which is right.

May all be well or well enough, at least, with you.

Love...Ms. Moon




20 comments:

  1. I've been *device-free* for 4 days while off visiting a longtime friend in Ojai......and loved every minute....didn't miss it at all. No TV, no radio, no internet........cell phone only.. Shit happens all the time and if I don't know about it, that is OK. good to catch up on your life (my favorite) upon homecoming today, though......and to know all is pretty well other than illnesses (which I hope fade soon)......and now it's time to delve back into my life after a 4 day break. Hubby, dog, and hen survived my absence and all is right in my little world as of tonight.
    Much love
    susan M

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    1. I'm glad that everything is right in your world, Susan! What a grand favor you did for yourself in getting away and being device and TV free.

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  2. I had my house cleaned today. It seems like a cloud 9 day, to see vacuum cleaner marks in the rugs, and no lint or thread on the studio carpet. Yeah, that kind of day.

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  3. I never tire of your flower pictures. The seafoam one is perfection. That soup sounds wonderful. One of my jobs in my preteen/teen years was hanging out the clothes. I never disliked that task. I still enjoy it now but don't do it very often.

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    1. Isn't the Seafoam gorgeous? It's like "White Perfection."
      Hanging clothes feels so productive somehow. And a little bit magical.

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  4. Your energy astounds me, as do your flowers and that soup. Hats off to you, dear Ms. Moon. I hope tomorrow is good too. How is Mr. Moon feeling?

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    1. Some days I do get a lot done. Some days I just don't.
      Mr. Moon is feeling better. Thank you.

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  5. It is good to appreciate simple, everyday things and not to discount their apparent ordinariness.

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  6. I never use a dryer (although I have one for emergencies) and when it's dry enough to dry outside I'm in heaven. And everything just smells so fresh doesn't it. And that really is an instant pick-up!

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  7. How many episodes of Schitt's Creek are there?! We're still in the first season but I don't think it's been around THAT long, has it?

    You know I agree with you on line-dried laundry. If only we had decent drying weather here!

    I love your line about piercing your ear with the moon night -- you are a poet at heart.

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    1. Thank you, Steve!
      And yes, I doubt that London is a good place to dry clothes outside.

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  8. My moods and days make no sense sometimes, although eventually they can be traced back to something. I'm not good with change, not even good change and that's one trigger for me.

    Sheets dried in the sunshine always smell wonderful. I always wonder why people buy scented laundry crap when the best smell is free.

    I'm glad you had a good day.

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    1. My moods come and go with the wind, I think. I just have no idea. I mean, sure, sometimes I can point a finger at a cause but mostly...I think it's all chemicals.
      Like scented laundry crap.

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  9. What a lovely reflection on being in the flow of life, the veil parted, the bubble melted. Thank you.

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    1. I just love days like that one. It's so easy to be in the world which is quite unusual for me.

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  10. I can't even look at FB or twitter or the news. it's like Trump is quadrupling down to get as much cruelty done as he can before he get ousted and you know that when the Republican Senate acquits regardless of how much evidence there is to the contrary it will just embolden him.

    two of my azaleas have suddenly sprung bright pink buds but only on one branch. all the rest of these two bushes are already sprouting new growth which means no flowers. I have no idea why they aren't going to bloom this year. and I definitely need more camellias.

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  11. I've seen azaleas here starting to bud, too. A few dots of pink and purple here and there.
    My hopes re: Trump right now center on death and disease. Not that I'm going to do anything to further those processes but, well- you know.

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  12. You made me realize that I love doing laundry from beginning to ironing.

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