I woke up in the nastiest mood today. Just angry and depressed and my anger wasn't directed at anything but I was almost crackling with it. Everything pissed me off. I'd sweep a floor and then five minutes later there would be dirt and leaves on it and I'd want to scream when this is actually the way it always is and will ever be. So what?
And part of it of course is the fact that this IS the way it is and will ever be. What's the point of anything? There is always more dirt and there are always more leaves and so on into infinity.
I walked down to the post office and while I was waiting outside for the two, TWO customers in it to leave, I took that picture. I certainly can't blame my mood on the day, can I? So pretty. Warm but not hot, pretty blue skies with a few sweet, puffy clouds. I don't think I'd ever noticed the chimney on top of the building before but of course when it was a train station there had to have been a woodstove in the waiting room for heat in the winter. It was built long before electricity made its way to Lloyd.
This was taped to the counter in front of the customer service window. So, if you're this side of Tallahassee and need Christmas stamps, you know where to go.
I went to the dump place with my bag of trash from yesterday's clean-out and someone had left quite a few things on the side of the dumpsters where people set things that are too good to throw away and that someone might be able to use. You're not supposed to do this but we all do. A rug caught my eye, tangled up in some other stuff and I checked it out. It was actually a hall-runner, and a nice one. Woven wool and a pretty design. Not dirty although it had some dog hair and hell- why not? I brought it home. It's not even stinky. No stains. I hung it on the fence for some airing.
I certainly have a good hallway for it although it would be too much of a tripping hazard around here but Jessie says she'd be interested in it. Or maybe I can find another creative use for it. Whatever. I was not leaving that pretty piece of ruggery at the dump.
And then my day turned around completely as Mr. Moon and I drove over to Lily's. He wanted to set up the soaker hoses and Lily had asked if I wanted to come with him for a visit and I did. I'm so glad. It was wonderful to see the kids in their own space. We mostly visited outside although Maggie had to show me her room and the Christmas tree and so we did a masked tour.
She is standing by her side of the tree which she decorated all by herself. I got to see the ratties and Gibson's new bed and the kitchen that Lauren recently painted and all of the beautiful succulents that Lily has growing and the rootlings she's got going on every windowsill. It was all so sweet and the house felt so loving and cozy.
The children seem happy and we even threw a football around in the backyard a bit. Owen is so concerned with my safety that he made sure that all the balls thrown to me were gentle and if I got too close to someone he would say, "Six feet!" Lauren and I sat in the yard and watched the children while Boppy and Lily worked with the hoses. That garden is just a jewel.
Barely a weed in it for Maggie to show me her weeding talents on. What a sweet gift that Lily's daddy has given her to help her with it. It's been a joy to him and to Lily and given him time to be at their house without fear of exposure.
I know that the pandemic has been hard on these kids but they seem to be taking it all in stride and have developed a closeness that I did not foresee happening. At one point today Maggie said of Owen, "He is my best friend."
Lily told Owen he could go get his rat girls and bring them out for some cuddles and so he did.
Not used to being outside, they busily sniffed the air. I think this may have been my first rat-holding experience and it was pure sweetness.
Magnolia is a pro.
I love this picture of my beautiful Gibson.
And thus, my day brightened and my mood lifted. Once again, I got to sit and chat with my boys and with Maggie and they delight me. I love them so. And I got to see Lily's house for the first time in so long and her beautiful garden and feel the love there. So much love. And so much life.
On the way home, we stopped at No Man Lord's place to buy some wood for Mr. Moon to cook our chicken on tonight.
He got ten dollars, we got a fire to cook supper on.
Nothing more to say.
I've been thinking about you this evening, Mary, because it's the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe and I know how much you like her. And also because my sweet neighbor let me pick as many of her camellia flowers as I wanted (see my FB post).ReplyDelete
I'm so glad your day turned around and ended on a happy note. Enjoy the rest of your evening!
I always used to remember that day! But I have let that one go. Your camellias are gorgeous!Delete
Kids and little ratties, a bundle of wood, a chicken on the fire, I think that life does not ever get better than the day that you had.ReplyDelete
You're right, Linda Sue. A whole lot of that day was pretty perfect.Delete
Well - I trust that in writing this blogpost you bled out some of the illogical anger you were feeling at the start of the day. Looks like Lily is pretty good at raising vegetables and happy children too! Six feet! Yup!ReplyDelete
I've been having this free-floating anger for a few days. I do not like it. It's probably just Christmas.Delete
Lily's garden looks better than mine! She's just really nurturing it, just like she nurtures those babies of hers. And now Owen is taking care of me!
glad the anger passed, thanks to Lily and grands. I am amazed how quickly they are growing up. Your post office is beautiful- didn't know it was formerly a train station/depot..... and apparently *the place* to go for stamps LOL! Down day here for me.....but did talk to a heart friend...... but after that, back down. It happens. Like leaves and dirt on the floor......it is a fact of lifeReplyDelete
PS that hall runner rug gleaned from dump is gorgeous! Whomever gets it will be one lucky person!Delete
Maybe the darn moon was in anger. Who knows? A confluence of angry sunspots as Steve alludes to. Whatever. It happens. And chances are good that like the leaves and dirt there is no way to sweep it clean once and for all.Delete
I like that runner, too!
What a beautiful garden. You are proud of those girls for so many good things they grow.ReplyDelete
You know it, Joanne!Delete
The pictures of the siblings on the swing are so sweet. Owen being Maggie’s best friend is heart melting. What fine and beautiful souls your grandchildren are.ReplyDelete
They are precious.Delete
Mild here in TN, too. Love you. Be well.ReplyDelete
Sweet weather for sure.Delete
What a transformation in mood as the day went on. And I love the rat ladies! They're so responsive to being handled.ReplyDelete
They are! They're sort of darling little things. For about half a second I looked at those tails and though, nah. But then I got over it. They are very, very soft and clean.Delete
that's a great rug. I might have picked it up too except I gave away two of my area rugs and the third is rolled up.they just get so much dog and cat hair on them and it's a pain to vacuum it off. Lily has a great garden and so nice to have a project to do with her dad. I never had much luck with soaker hoses, the water just didn't seem to spread out more than about 3". glad you crabby day turned for the better.ReplyDelete
Lord, I hope this soaker hose works better than that after all the work Glen put into them.Delete
One of the best things about not having dogs is not having dog hair. I do get some cat hair around but not so much.
I completely understand about anger simmering near the crackling level. But I am happy your day had a mood turn-around.ReplyDelete
Crazily mild here today (MD) 62 degrees. But...expecting another 1"+ of rain tomorrow (almost a weekly event) and 44 degrees. Then the possibility of snow on Wednesday. Rain again at end of week. A 'perfect' weather week for 2020. F'd up.
Too cold for this old woman. I do not even know how y'all handle snow. Of course, every year I hate the heat more so...what the hell?Delete
So a bad start but a good day. Nice.ReplyDelete
The kids look happy, as does the rat:) If rats can look happy, maybe content. Love the photo of the post office. I am in awe that things can grow this time of the year.
Here it's turned cold -8F but at least no wind this morning.
Your grandkids are taking good care of you, six feet nana!
Rats can probably look happy but I do not know enough to identify what that looks like. It does look like the one I'm holding is smiling though, doesn't it?Delete
So cold, honey! Stay warm. You guys have to have so many more clothes and different shoes than we do.
It's something new to feel taken care of by a grandchild. It's so sweet.
I'm so envious of that beautiful garden! And the pictures of those grandchildren are just adorable (love the hair colourings too)!ReplyDelete
My grandkids are crazy/good! I love them so. Each so different, each so loving.Delete
Isn't that garden first rate?
I can identify with your early morning mood. I felt the same way today! Again -- sunspots!ReplyDelete
So glad your day turned around and you got to see the kids. I'm also glad those rats didn't make a break for it while they were outside. :)
We talked about what would happen if the one of the rats made an escape. Lauren pointed out that one of the cats would retrieve it quickly. We all tightened our grips on the little critters.
Nice to hear how you turned your mood around! Grandkids are a treat!ReplyDelete
It was the kids and Lily and Lauren who turned my mood around. It was just so fine to see them.Delete