Wednesday, January 5, 2022

The Universe Does Not Want Me To Have New Dresses. Or Shoes.

I woke up today a tiny bit excited because according to the tracking information I've been getting, I was supposed to be taking delivery of two dresses that I freaking ordered! 
Two!!! Dresses!!!

When was the last time I bought new clothes? Well, okay. I do remember. It was last summer before we went to NC. I bought one on sale new from maybe Sundance? The other pre-worn, as they say, from e-bay. And they were definitely summer dresses and the ones I just ordered have sleeves, one actually corduroy and so I've looking forward to getting them. 
And then I got this message when I went to the tracking site of UPS.


ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?
Sorry for the swears. 
No. I'm not. 

So la-di-dah. No dresses. Probably ever. I'll deal with that tomorrow, I suppose. I didn't do it today because I had to go to town. 
Not wearing a new dress, by the way. 
I had some things to return and I wanted to look for a pair of shoes and a shadow box to put May's precious sweater in and a few other things including...Costco and Publix, of course, and so I went to return the first item- a pair of earrings. Mr. Moon got them for me for Christmas and they weren't the ones I wanted and I am too old and so is he to fake delight about something I don't want. So I bought the ones I do like last week and was going to return the gifted ones today. 
That damn jewelry store. They insist that they have to have the entire credit card number, along with the verification number, expiration date and billing zip code before they'll give you your money back. 
I fumed. But I called my husband and he sent me the information and I got that taken care of. Then I basically crossed a highway to get to the shoe and shadow box stores and I bought nothing in either although it took me over an hour to do that. 
Buy nothing.
And then I was starving and so I went into a shi-shi grocery store where the lights are dim and romantic and, as Lis said once, you feel like you need a hankie because it's so pretty, and I got some sushi and at the check out I grabbed a bag of fancy potato chips for some unknown reason because I never buy potato chips. 
Well, almost never.
I went to the car to eat and the sushi sucked so I had a bag of chips for lunch. They were kettle-cooked so it was cool. 
Not nutritious but cool.
Then I went to the appliance and bed store. Mr. Moon is not entirely happy with our new bed and we have discussed this endlessly. He feels it is too soft so he asked me to go by and talk to them about this and check out the other firmness levels of the TemperPedics. 
That took awhile. 
Then to the cooking supply store where I returned a pie plate that I had also received for Christmas. I am an ungrateful wretch, aren't I? I made the mistake of looking around and walked out with a new knife. Don't worry, I paid for it. 
By this time all of the input and people (many, many of whom were of course maskless) and traffic had me on the verge of weeping but I pulled up my big girl panties, went to Costco and bought Maggie a birthday present and some vodka, and then went to Publix where I bought everything else. 

I'm tired. I feel like a whiney child, just tired, tired, tired. 
And I will sleep just fine on the new bed which we will probably be soon trading for another. On which I will also sleep just fine. 

Oh! Last night we got to the part of "Get Back" where Billy Preston entered the picture and at that point, things do pick up. Billy brings a much needed spark of joy and energy to the lads. I wrote about Billy HERE in regard to his stint with the Rolling Stones. It was interesting, watching him play in the documentary. He leans way over the keyboard, as unlike a classically-trained pianist could be. I pointed that out to my husband and he said, "He just loves it so much that he wants to be closer to the music and the keys."
Zen Glen. He was right. You could just see it in his body, that sheer love of the keys. 

I'm going to go make supper with my new knife. I hope I don't cut a finger off. It's a very good knife. And the egg rolls were pretty okay last night. Even having to cook in batches it took less time than doing them in the oven. 

And now you know everything. 
Good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, the refrigerator repair man will be here tomorrow. Mr. Moon and I were discussing keeping the extra refrigerator in the hallway for ease and convenience but I doubt we will. As Jessie said when we told her that, next thing we'd have to put a washing machine and an old sofa on the porch. 
Some of y'all may not get that. It's a southern thing. 
But at this moment in time we don't actually plan on doing any of those things. It's good to have options, though. 

Love...Ms. Moon


 

39 comments:

  1. Billy was an injection of love of music and great energy! He was awesome. Going out in the world has been disappointing here as well, not quite as much as yours but still, seems everywhere we go is broken. The creek IS rising.

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    1. So many things do seem broken. Some in big ways, some in small but those add up to be big eventually, don't they?

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  2. I hope Maggie enjoys her vodka!

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    1. Ha-ha! I was planning to say something similar Treaders.

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    2. She could probably drink me under the table if it came to that.

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  3. I do get that about the sofa on the porch thing! I remember when I was making raised vegetable beds using tractor tires, and handsome partner didn't appreciate this, asked when I was planning to add an old mattress!

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    1. Haha! Maybe that's a more universal thing than I thought. The tractor tires rings true here too. I mean, not in my yard specifically but regionally.

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  4. I am worn out just reading what you did today! I hope you at least got to see Brenda of the Mermaid eye shadow? Sorry you *moved* and couldn't get your dresses delivered....who would have thunk it? LOL! And NO, you may not keep a fridge in your hallway. I hope the repair person appears as scheduled
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    1. Did not see Brenda. Always a disappointment when I don't.
      What? I can't have a refrigerator in the hallway? I have a piano and I never use that so...

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  5. I remember as a less than ten year old child a vacation that ended in Missouri. Here is what I remember: tractor tires for flower beds and Madonna surrounds. Red dirt. Ice boxes on porches, also sofas there and in front yards.

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    1. Yep. You have a good memory. Sounds about right. Do you remember geraniums in large tomato cans, blooming on porches?

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  6. You gave me a good laugh with the porch business! And I needed it today even though the snow is going and we got to go grocery shopping. It worries me that a friend's daughter really needs Dr. Phil's intervention to straighten out her life - she is 24 and was taken to jail last weekend for aggressive behavior - she is beyond her parent's abilities.

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    1. There must be something wrong with that girl. I mean- really wrong. In which case, I wouldn't let Dr. Phil within ten miles of her. I have never liked him.

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    2. I think the many people he has helped would disagree with you.

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  7. It is a relief to learn that you bought the knife for culinary purposes. For a moment, I thought you had it in for USPS.

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    1. Nah. The only person I cut with my knives is my own damn self.

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  8. Another thing to pass on--a vertically half-buried cast iron tub in the front yard with a statue in it. :)

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  9. Sounds like an unsatisfying day, nothing big bad but nothing big good either. I hate those days.

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    1. Well, as long as nothing terrible happens, I'm pretty good.

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  10. you could put anything on your porch and in your yard and the Moon property would still be a magical kingdom with cathedral trees. Oh, and lots of stubborn bamboo.

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    1. Oh, you mean the enchanted bamboo forest? I swear, when you step into the area where they're growing you feel like you've entered another realm.

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  11. Hope you can track down those new dresses.
    You did a lot of shopping today. I don't do much of that anymore; maybe I should...

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    1. Oh maybe you shouldn't! It is so frustrating!

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  12. A wishing machine on the porch I'd kind of get, but upholstered furniture outdoors in Florida? Can you imagine how many insects would live in it? And yet, I know people do it.

    I don't blame you for being frazzled after all that! But you did get SOME things done, so...progress!

    Oh, and the delivery thing is so annoying. When that happens I always suspect the delivery guys were running out of time and just didn't even try. That's me being cynical again.

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    1. Funny true story- I brought home an upholstered chair (blue velvet, no less) from the Bad Girls thrift store and set it on the back porch. Mr. Moon moaned and complained about how it was going to rot out here. It's still lovely and it's been out here for years. Okay, okay, the legs are sort of falling apart but the upholstery is still fine!
      And yes, I am especially proud of my new knife which is a lovely thing.
      Figured out the delivery thing. It was basically my own damn fault.

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  13. I arrived home so frazzled and irritated yesterday, both with people sending their maskless kids to school RUNNING FEVERS and then the crowds without masks in the grocery store, that all I wanted to do was sit on the couch, drink wine, and whine! Some days just suck.

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    1. No one gives a shit anymore, do they? I hear you, lady.

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  14. Sofa-on-the-porch is not just southern-- think rural Maine. But a fridge in the hallway, especially in a large rambling house? That's more like a bunch of graduate students pooling their meager resources. Next you'll be posting house meeting times on the fridge door.

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    1. I guess it's more of a rural thing than a southern thing.
      And hopefully you knew I was not being serious about keeping the fridge in the hallway. Right?

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    2. Right. And hopefully you knew I wasn't serious about your home resembling a frowzy den of graduate students!

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    3. I figured!
      It may be a frowzy den but there are no graduate students here.

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  15. An increasing number of shippers (UPS, Fedex) are transferring items to USPS for the "last mile" and trust me, it is not an improvement.....Hope your package finally arrives.

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    1. Turns out I'm going to go pick it up tomorrow.

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  16. You bought Maggie vodka? Lily probably won't approve. All these returns are only one reason I object to mandatory gift giving. I need shoes. I hate to shop for shoes but I need some dressy flats and some nice little ankle boots. I don't really need the ankle boots. And Norma, the oldest volunteer at SHARE, tells me the original 'god willing and the creek don't rise' wasn't about little rivers but about the Creek nation.

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    1. Lily would drink Maggie's vodka! So no problem.
      Even though I did return things, that gave me emotional support to buy some things I DID want that I've been denying myself so it worked out okay.
      And now that you've told me what Norma says, I will no longer refer to the creek rising in that context. I had no idea!

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    2. Okay. Just did a quick google search and it would seem to be a debatable issue. Here's one thing I read:
      https://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-god1.htm

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    3. Oh well. Though, as little as creeks are, it would surprise me that they would rise enough to be impassable.

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  17. The USPS recently aggravated the snot out of me. I signed up to receive email updates on a package. I received 24 of them in a week, with at least three of them telling me the package had been delivered. In 3 different towns in 2 different states. It got here 5 days after it was supposed to arrive. The same day it arrived , my grandson's new tablet arrived. I heard the mailbox. I was on the kitchen, and finished up and then got the mail. Along with the bills and the package, there was a notice telling me that I was not home when the signature required tablet arrived and that I would need to pick it up the following day! Argh. I was home! There was no knock.

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