Sunday, December 20, 2020

Bloody Sunday

I have no pictures today. I have read or watched nothing inspiring, heart-lifting, or profound. I did read a story in the New Yorker that made my stomach hurt and there was one line in it which I will probably remember for a long time.  I would copy the line here but without context it is meaningless and so there is no point. But it's a damn good line. 

It's been drizzling all day long. My weather widget got oddly specific this morning. 


Okay. I guess I did have a picture. Anyway, I've never seen anything like that before. It's supposed to freeze on Christmas Day and it may also rain. I suppose that means that there is the slightest chance for snow. I seriously doubt that will happen. 

I scrubbed the toilets today. Do you suppose that Donald J. Trump even realizes that toilets need scrubbing? I think he probably assumes that either 
a. Toilets are magical and thus, never need to be cleaned, or
b. His bodily issues are magical, and thus, have no need of being cleaned from any surface they may come in contact with.

That was disgusting. Forgive me. Let's face it- I'm an old woman who has scrubbed a lot of toilets and I have little regard for those who have never had to face that reality. 

I sort of started August's quilt. Perhaps by his birthday in September it will be done. Christmas is out of the question. Rumplestiltskin couldn't finish this quilt by Christmas. Isn't it odd how so many cultures seem to have the selling-your-soul-to-a-devil myth? Well, there are variations, of course. Rumplestiltskin asked for a firstborn child. The devil asked for Robert Johnson's soul. Delilah asked for Samson's hair. I am sure there are other stories. It's a good theme and one we should all ponder from time to time just in case we're in a situation where an ugly (or beautiful and undeniably hot) creature shoves a piece of paper and a pen in our hands and promises to solve our greatest problem or bestow many gifts on us if we just sign on the dotted line. 

I had a small breakdown just a little while ago. I was trying to find something in my freezer under packages of various meat products which kept slipping and sliding even and unto the underneath part of the freezer drawer which meant that the freezer drawer had to be removed in order to retrieve them. Mr. Moon came to my rescue but I, being an old woman (is this our theme for today?) had already smashed the back of my hand on a part of the drawer which caused blood to break through the thin-and-getting-thinner skin there which didn't really hurt but it did really set me off. 
I think I said something like, "That's it! I've hit my limit on meat products! I can't take any more of this!" 
There may have been more words but mostly to that effect and none of them truly obscene which is a small miracle. 
If I had been twenty-six instead of sixty-six, I would not have bled due to thin skin but I probably would have thrown packages of frozen meat products at the wall while screaming epithets. I have matured, however, since then. I have attained a level of dignity. Just ask my husband who took all of the packages out of my freezer and moved them to a different freezer. One of HIS freezers, out in the garage. 
I feel better now. 
Phew. 

I would at some point like to talk about the moral dilemma I'm having reading Dr. Doolittle to August but who needs that on a Sunday night? 
No one. That's who. 

It's drizzling. I'm grizzling. Supper needs making. It's been a Sunday and I will tell you that some of it has been very, very sweet. 
Who could ask for more?
Not me, baby. Not me. 

Love...Ms. Moon



27 comments:

  1. I never read Dr. Doolittle, so I'm curious about the moral dilemma. Everyone loves Curious George but I have a slight moral dilemma with that book, too, which, as you say, I won't go into because why? There's so much in the world that needs fixing, starting with people who think toilets magically clean themselves. I love you.

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    1. Well, I love you too. And I do have a lot of thoughts about this and maybe at some point I'll go into them. Jessie has already mentioned the Curious George problem to me. I don't think I was aware of that. I don't recall reading those books to my children.

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  2. THAT'S what I need: my own deep freeze! Why didn't I think of that?! Here I'm not the one cursing and throwing things around inside the deep freeze and blaming "the mess" on someone else, but I'm tired of listening to it. I think your setup would be more pleasant! -Kate

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    1. I was just informed that we may need ANOTHER deep freeze. Good god.

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  3. I've had a really melancholy few days. I get on the facebook and see people I went to school with being Trump-loving assholes and one even told me to shut the fuck up. I'm 64 years old; she's 62 and was a bully all through school. So I told her I stood up to her bullshit then and I'll do it again. Then I chastised her for being so hateful. I also have a cousin who sees my discussions on others' posts, and reports to her 90-year-old mother (my aunt) who then calls me and asks why I said such derisive things about DT. I said because he's a dick and a bully. She then said she had to get off the phone. I've pissed two people off in two days, so today I posted warm and fuzzy Christmas shit on my page and have tried not to engage with idiots. Oh, and I've cried like 27 times.

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    1. Oh, Catrina. I'm sorry. Everyone is in a tangle right now with the pandemic and Christmas and not seeing family and not getting out and the whole political scene- it's never ending. I'm so sorry.

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  4. My weather widget has upgraded to minute by minute rundowns of the weather. I find it freaky.

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    1. It IS freaky! How does it know? I'm assuming this is all controlled by computers, etc.

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  5. I felt like crying all day yesterday. A walk in the trees helped a little but I still wanted to cry or punch someone in the throat.

    I'm tired and grumpy and I would be the same way with my freezer. It's too much right now.

    Sending hugs and love.

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    1. Everything is too much right now, isn't it? in
      I told a friend the other day that I'd slap a bitch for a Christmas cookie. I got over that but I hear you.
      We're DOING THE BEST WE CAN!

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  6. Some days you just can't get rid of the metaphorical sh!t of a day and it ends up clinging to your psyche. Here's hoping a new day brings some relief.

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  7. We all have days like that of course. I remember my sister telling me, not long after her husband had left her and their 4 kids for a Russian whore he "met" over the internet, that the handle came off the bedroom door and she burst into tears. I laughed and said "oh sure, and Jackass would have been the one to fix it if he were there right?" and she burst out laughing too! Take care and don't throw any frozen meat parcels!

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    1. Ha! Sometimes all you can do is laugh. I have to ask this- did the husband get tired of his Russian, uh, lady, and ask to come crawling back?
      Haven't thrown anything today except vines into a cart. I'm good.

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  8. I just read the New Yorker story. Whoa. Probably not a good thing to read when unsettled already!

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    1. Isn't it just the saddest story ever? The line I loved so much was the one that went something like, "No they won't because they're God fearing people and today I'm God."

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  9. Well, let's face it -- you've been surrounded by a lot of meat lately. I can totally get having that breakdown! I'm curious to hear your "Dr. Doolittle" moral dilemma. I'm going to have to read that book sometime soon as part of my Newbery Medal reading project.

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    1. A LOT OF MEAT! You can't even imagine. Well, I love the book. It's totally magical but there are parts which are just hideously racist in the way of its time.

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    2. OK, I came back and found this post where you linked to "Hansa and Gretyl and Piece of Shit" (which I didn't realize at the time because I didn't click the link -- shame on me). What was the line that resonated with you?

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  10. how do they know to the minute when rain will start and stop. and when it's raining at my house but not my sister's does her weather app say different than mine? the freezer part of my refrigerator is so full you basically have to empty it to find what you're looking for. I tried to buy a small freezer early summer and they were not to be had because all the hoarders were hoarding more than just toilet paper.

    I'm working on a post about thin skin.

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    1. Who knows on the weather app thing? You and your sister should trade screen shots of what your apps are saying.
      See if you can find a small freezer now. It could change your life.
      I'll be interested to read your post about thin skin.

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  11. One of those days, they come , they go, which does not make them any better or any more welcome. Yep blues so bad up here , just hangin on, hangin in. we will get through this. The rain has not let up -no sky, dark, too dark and liquid for even the raccoon family. A quick "good morning , human" and then they were off to the relative safety of the forest.

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    1. I don't know how you deal with darkness so much of the time. You poor woman! I wish I could send you some sunshine.

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  12. Thats a U2 song
    before I had our accident
    I used to lissen
    to listen with Russel -
    howjoo know?
    WereUspying??
    Betcha were...
    Naughty-naughty.
    GBY

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  13. (Bloody Sunday) -
    all bout the northern Irish
    in the 70s

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