Thursday, January 23, 2020

Anti-Gratitude Post (i.e. Bitch, Bitch, Bitch)


That was Maurice last night being finger-fed whipped cream from Mr. Moon's dessert. She loves sweet dairy products like flavored yogurt but she won't touch milk or plain yogurt or cottage cheese. She'll eat any brand or flavor of dry cat food I buy but turns up her nose at organic roast chicken or venison, raw or cooked. However, she loves deli turkey. 
Wherever it is that she first got her start in life must have been somewhat humble. Jack's pretty much the same way although he doesn't even like sweet dairy products. Mostly he just wants cat food. Whatever's on sale is fine with him. 

I've been in a bad mood all day long despite that fact that some overalls I ordered got here today and they fit me and I sort of love them. When I'm in a bad mood I figure I might as well do some cleaning so that's what I did today. I scrubbed the kitchen bathroom and rearranged stuff on top of the kitchen hutch and on what should be the place where I roll out pastry but in all actuality has become the place where everything from vases to liquor to plastic mermaids get stashed. 


(And this is the tidied-up version.)
This put me in despair. 
Why do I have all this shit? 
Not the liquor. 
I have spent half my life buying things at thrift stores that not only do I never use but which do not begin to strike any damn joy in my heart. I am getting rid of a few things and wish I could just take a hammer to the rest of it. The cabinets over that place where everything gets stashed are all arranged rather precariously and sometimes when I open a door to it something gets out of balance, causing platters to push forward and things to get knocked over where they land on the marble and instead of weeping I just laugh with delight. 
GONE! 


I do have some bowls that I love but I love bowls. And I love some of my vases too and I use my vases and when I say "vases" I include in that all the different things I put flowers in ranging from pitchers to silver coffee servers to little bottles to real vases. But dear GOD, the vast majority of the stuff doesn't get used from one end of the year to the next. I used to have big dinners here but lately Lily's taken over that role and so my gravy boat, my platters, my serving bowls with lids, my relish trays- there is no need for them in my life. 
We won't even discuss the punchbowl. 
What? Do I look like a lady who serves punch? 

Anyway, whatever. Just one more thing to be pissed off about and I can only blame myself. 
But like I said, I got rid of a few things (or at least they've made it to the car to be taken...somewhere) and I rearranged some stuff and I beat myself up and swept and I mopped and I washed rugs. 
Who cares? 
No one cares. 
No one. 
Here's some good news- after looking at that picture I have decided to get rid of the old Faux Fiesta Ware platters. I went through a phase of liking that stuff but I'm long over it. When they had to stop making the great colors of the originals because of the high lead content, it just wasn't the same. 
Sigh...

We're supposed to start getting rain tonight with chances of it continuing throughout tomorrow. That's fine with me. My hips are telling me that it's going to rain. 
Pain. Rain pain. A fairly reliable weather forecaster which only the injured and elderly have access to. Or olderly, as I say. And trust me- by the time we're olderly or elderly, we are all the injured. 

Vergil and Mr. Moon are both feeling better although honestly, I can tell that Glen's not feeling great. He went to work but he probably shouldn't have. But now August is sick. 
Good god. 

Let's see. What else can I bitch about? 
I'd say the impeachment trial but that goes without saying. 
Adam Shiff, however, is awesome. 

Here's a picture Lily just sent me of Magnolia and her grandfather at a basketball game of Owen's. 


Nothing to complain about there. 

And Maggie and her brothers are coming over tomorrow to spend the night. I asked if they wanted pizza and the response was yes but the kind I make. 
Myself. 
And you know I will. 

I better get my bitchy achy ass off this chair and go make some supper for that handsome guy in the picture above. He'll be home soon. 

Love...Ms. Moon


34 comments:

  1. Thank you for the look inside your hutch which fulfilled my voyeuristic needs for tonight. Me too with the bowls. What’s up with the bowls? I have more than I’ll ever need. Your punch bowl though made me grin. A bowl I have never considered. I am so very grateful that I don’t get rain pain. I could no longer live here. Cold pain though is very very real. XO

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    1. I've always considered my deep love of bowls, bags, and baskets as a womb thing. I just love roundish things that can carry other things.
      You're right about not being able to live where you live if you had rain pain. Hank was just complaining about cold pain, though, with a knee he injured in a mosh pit.
      Love to you, sweet Rebecca.

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  2. Oh, your exasperation with your things resonated! But it's so hard to get rid of them--it just seems SOMEbody ought to love them...
    And I have to tell you your cupboards aren't bad at all. I'm not posting pictures of mine...

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    1. Right? Someone should love them. But why does it have to be us????

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  3. "Oh, put it over on Mom's marble rolling block, next to the martini fixings!"
    You could sell so much of that kitchen on EBay, you know. Except the fussy details could put you over the edge.
    When I read your title in the thumbnail, I was concerned. But I didn't cheat, I came up on it in its real order. Now I must go to bed before I crash on the desk.

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    1. Haha! Well, when you put it that way...
      I don't think I could deal with being a seller on ebay. But yes, I've thought about that. I don't think I have anything worth enough to go to the trouble.

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  4. Bitch away, Mary. We don't mind, and everyone needs to let off some steam now and again.

    Your pizza party tomorrow night sounds like FUN. ❤

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    1. Sometimes a good bitching is far better for my spirit than gratitude. You know? I'm always grateful. Always. Doesn't mean I don't have anything to bitch about.

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  5. You can always get rid of stuff. I can only handle so much stuff and then I purge.

    Nothing wrong with a good bitch. I've tried to stop looking at the news about the giant orange turd but it's hard to avoid. He's enough to put anybody in a bad mood.

    Sending hugs and love.

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    1. I am slowly putting things in the car to give away. Purging is great, whether of the cabinet, closet, or soul.
      Sending hugs and love back!

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  6. That handsome guy in the picture is the most wonderful boppy in the world. And he's married to the most wonderful Mer. I know how you feel about the "stuff", been feeling the same way myself, but do I tackle the problem? No, i do not. I keep waiting for a magical being to come in and do it for me. So. In any case, I love you madly and had a good laugh at you laughing when the dishes fall. That's one method.

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    1. And what holds us back from dealing with all of these excess possessions? I get too emotionally attached, I think. Maybe we all have a tiny bit of the hoarder in us. It's our STUFF, you know? I really don't want my kids to have to deal with all these things though and if I don't do something, they will. That handsome Boppy has his own possessions problems. Doesn't seem to worry him as much though.
      I love YOU madly. Glad I made you laugh.

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  7. a bad mood will cause you to do all sorts of productive things.....purging and cleaning. Feels good to vent that emotion on something. Your glass fronted cupboards are beautiful....the last old ranch house we lived in -(actually it was an old bunk house on this 120year old ranch) had 10 glass fronted cupboards and I loved them dearly. I also love bowls....and have WAY too many.......but large or small, I use them all
    Happy pizza party with the grands, they will lift your spirits!
    Susan M

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    1. Yes, I suppose bad moods have their uses. Why is it so much easier to throw stuff away when we're already in a foul mood? You lived in a bunk house? How cool? And a 120 year old ranch? How I would love to see pictures. I do love those cabinets. I think my across-the-street neighbor may have built them for the last person who lived here before us. I need to ask him that.

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  8. I do love a good tirade from the Church of Mary Moon!

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  9. I hope you enjoy that pizza making and the sleepover tomorrow, and ditto what Elizabeth said...

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  10. Your grandchildren are beautiful, every one of them.

    Purging is so great but there's always more. Why do I have so many vases, mostly ones I can't reach without a chair? Also art, so much I can't hang it all. I would love to have clear counters like in the movies but those people don't actually cook. I need the blender/toaster/ platter/oil/soysauce/agave/salt plate etc etc. Oh and the plants and so on. Of course the kitchen aide has to be on the counter because it's beautiful.

    Anyway, you go be grumpy. Represent, darlin', represent!

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    1. I WILL represent! Yeah. I look at those pictures of the fancy kitchens and I just think, "When was the last time anyone did anything in that kitchen beyond opening a bottle of Kombucha or making a green smoothie?" What a joke.

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  11. I do love someone who refuses to be perky when she doesn't feel perky. Done days are made for bitchin.

    I doubt if the cats feel that way often, though, seeing as how they're on velvet. Hand fed cream!!

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    1. I am no saint. I promise you that. If I'm miserable I'm going to let the world know about it.
      Yes. The cats are lucky. I think they know it but they pretend they don't.

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  12. Some days, dangit. Predictive text is enough to take the perk out of anyone.

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  13. I have found that the best thing for me is to just stay out of thrift stores. Not all the time, of course, but MOST of the time. A thrift store visit is a special thing for me. (Now if I could just stop collecting trash off the street! LOL)

    Maurice is a very interesting cat. I've never heard of a cat that doesn't like dairy. Or maybe I'm just used to Olga, who will eat literally anything that is or used to be food.

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    1. If I walked around in a city I'd be bringing stuff off the streets too. Trust me. At least these days I only but things at thrift stores that I am sure I either need or love. And those things are few and far between.
      I call Maurice my trailer trash baby. Of course she may have drifted here from the dump so...
      Bless her little heart.

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  14. Since family get-togethers now take place at my daughter's larger house (bless her), I have been offering her my platters and other items for entertaining, like tablecloths, vases, etc.. I always ask if she/sons/DIL's want things first. If not, I box stuff up for charity. Fortunately, one charity usually comes around once a month with a truck to pick up donations, sending out a postcard to let you know when they will be in your neighborhood. You can also schedule a pick up online. Helps to reduce clutter and personal aggravation.

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    1. I'll offer these things to my kids before I donate them somewhere. They don't have extra room either, though. Still, I need to give them first dibs.
      That is so excellent about the charity that comes around and picks things up. How very smart of them!

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    2. Please may I have all the Fiesta Ware?

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  15. You kept the bitchy to the page and didn't let it out at the people you love, so that's a win in my books.

    Have fun with the children and the pizza party!

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    1. I only bitch about strangers when it comes to people I bitch about. I'm so nice that way. And then half the time I feel guilty.

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  16. stuff. I abandoned a lot of stuff when we moved from the city house to the country house. but not enough. I have stuff here I haven't used in years. why do I keep it. like platters. I can't remember the last time I used any of them. maybe for the party when I turned 60 and that was 10 years ago.

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  17. i don't think i've been perky since 1972....i keep forgetting to tell you that your camellia flower pictures remind me of the wild beach roses on cape cod. i can still smell them when i close my eyes and think of the sea.

    xxalainaxx

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