Saturday, April 24, 2021

I'm Not The Only One


What a strange, strange day. I woke up in the worst mood. I'd had dreams that were both pleasant and horrible, one in which Keith Richards was writing a song in my house and his wife Patti was there too and I offered them coffee but somehow the coffee-making process kept getting fucked up AND my mother and the stepfather were also there so that wasn't as great as it could have been. Talk about your mixed emotions. 

We'd been foretold that we would have possibly dangerous storms here today and it was scary looking outside for quite awhile. Meanwhile, we were getting weather alerts telling us about hail the size of baseballs and high winds and thunderstorms and that we needed to get our asses into an interior place in our homes! Be afraid! Be very afraid! 
Instead the wind blew on and off and rain came down sporadically and I heard no thunder and there certainly was no hail although the sky was a sickly shade of grayish green that was less than comforting. Mr. Moon got more stuff planted in the garden and then turned on the sprinklers because the skies just weren't getting the job done. 
I cleaned the hen house. That was my big accomplishment for the day. And repaired a pair of overalls. And made a soup. 
I think the soup will be good. It has a lot of goodness within it, at least. About four types of beans, tomatoes, collard, kale, and chard greens, celery, carrots, green beans, corn, squash, a little bit of leftover potatoes and broccoli, onion, garlic, homemade venison/wild pig sausage, red peppers and parmesan rinds. 
Meanwhile, the wind is still gusting and the sky is still gray. But my spirits have risen. Texting with a friend has helped, and so has my husband who has been loving despite my bitchy, snippy attitude. And of course, making soup is always therapeutic when it's made from the bean on up. 

And this. 


A blossom from my ashe magnolia which I easily could have missed which would have been a tragedy as the plant is still small and offers me only one or two blossoms a year, each of them lasting only a day or two. They are delicate and fragile, their fragrance is ethereal, lemony and sweet. 

Mr. Moon and I just took a little stroll in the garden. I swear- it's a thing of such satisfying beauty this year. He planted two types of cucumbers and okra, and a row of zipper peas today. I have a feeling that my canning jars and freezer bags are going to be put to use this summer. 

All of this has eased me into a better place, even though the ghosts of my childhood never cease to surprise me with their sudden appearance, their ability to darken my soul, my heart, my mood. 

For those of you who may not have gotten the last sentence in my first paragraph, I give you this.


Full eighties' hair, Mick in aerobics-wear showing off his famous fanny and still-luscious lips, Keith being Keith, his face already being engraved with the life he's led, his eyes that have seen sure death and come back to tell about it. 
We all have our ghosts. They are part of us. And always will be. 

Love...Ms. Moon

31 comments:

  1. I was awake before 5 a.m. because of the dreams and because of the damned places my brain takes me that I do not want to go visit!
    Some words ... some thoughts ... some actions never totally fade away! Luckily, I don't usually let it ruin my days!
    Have a better day tomorrow! ❤🌹

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  2. Mick doesn't look like that any more?

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    1. Well...
      A little bit!
      His butt still moves like that.

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  3. It is difficult to shake off a discomfiting dream and move forward into a new day. Sounds like you pulled it off. That magnolia blossom!

    Chris from Boise

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  4. dear lord, Keith...my fingers can not even type, noodles.
    Well your day on the farm was a good one and the chickens are still cute. Your soup sounds like a five course dinner. My soup is bone broth with parsley waved over it. And that's how it is in the house of diabetes...

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    1. Have we discussed the fact that he was the most traditionally handsome around the time he met and married Patti? It's so true. He was a babe.
      That soup WAS a five course meal. I swear.

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  5. Gardens of every kind are good for the soul. My son didn't show up again for his visit and I was angry. I worked in the garden and Jack hung out there with me too. He helped pick up leaves and found a stick. It did the trick, I feel better now.

    Sending hugs.

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    1. I wish there was a way for you to quit having the slightest spark of hope that your son will show up. That way you might not be so angry when he doesn't. He's so ill, obviously. I'm sorry, honey.
      I'm glad you and Jack got some time in the garden.

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  6. I made venison soup/stew today, too. A perfect meal for a windy night.

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  7. While I'm often envious of your lovely weather (for the most part), I can definitely pass on those storms. Stay safe!

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    1. We were perfectly fine. Now, just a few miles north of us, it was a different story. We were lucky.

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  8. Dreams: the good, the bad and the ugly. Here's wishing you more of the good ones.

    At one point yesterday, I did happen to look at the weather down your way (tornado warning was up at the time), but happily (for you), it looked like the worst of it was just north of you. Glad to hear things didn't get rough.

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    1. Yes. The people north of us got slammed by the storm. Just crazy how close weather can get and not affect you very much.

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  9. They do haunt us. I try to keep mine caged within myself. My worst nightmare is that they will affect my children and my children's children.

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  10. The soup sounds like a cure for all ills, even bad dreams. We're still in crisis mode over the pandemic, abd I think the best answer to these nightmares, past life insisting on surfacing again, is good food. Being outside, even growing it, those of us who can. I think you're doing exactly right.

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    1. Thank you, dearheart. It feels good for my soul to grow and cook good food. I feel so grateful that I can.

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  11. I don't know, Mick's mouth is freakishly big. I'm just now remembering my dreams these days. I know I'm dreaming because weird little snips rise up now and then.

    a stroll in a garden is always good for what ails ya. I've been working on the day lily bed, clearing out the invasive black and blue salvia and woodland violets and other stuff that has made itself at home. now to fertilize and mulch.

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    1. Mick does indeed have a big mouth. But I find his lips rather...succulent. Or at least they were.
      Yards are a constant source of joy and exhaustion, aren't they? And frustration sometimes, too. And ant bites and poison ivy and scratches.
      And yet, they make us so happy.

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  12. Glad the bad weather did not show up.
    All this garden talk has made me feel guilty about my lack of weeding so I may go out today to get some done. I talk about weeding more than I actually wee. Shame on me.
    The Rolling Stones - looked like they were having fun.

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    1. I don't mind weeding at all if the weeds aren't too hard to pull.
      The Stones did look like they were having fun. I hope they were.

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  13. Thanks for the video -- I would not have caught that Stones allusion without it! Dreams are so weird, and sometimes so frustrating. I'm glad you didn't get terrible weather. It sounds like a tornado kind of sky, so I'm sure that's what the forecasters were afraid of.

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    1. I really like that song although it's not one of their best known. I love the key change in it. It starts out as one song and then it becomes another.
      Yes- tornado sky. That greenish gray. I got a little agitated, looking at it.

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  14. My go to is The Smith's. Not so popular in the US as the UK. Correct me if I'm wrong. 'I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does"

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    1. The Smiths are probably more of a younger generational thing. I feel so guilty in saying I know nothing of them. Perhaps I should check them out.

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  15. Now if the hail had been as big as basketballs you would have been okay because Mr Moon could have slam dunked them all - just like the old days.

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    1. You are so right! The year he started college and was playing for Auburn, they banned the dunk and he has blamed that for his lack of a pro career ever since!

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  16. It's so strange how the dream vapors cling, even when we can't quite recall the details. I'm glad your day improved. Soup is an elixir for the soul, making it from scratch even more so. You and my husband could start a soup truck, lucky Mr. Moon and me.

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    1. It's so true! Those vapors- perfectly put. They just get inside our brains like half-remember songs, don't they?
      I'd love to start a soup truck with your husband! Oh, what fun we would have!

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