I took that picture last night when I was almost finished cleaning up the kitchen after I'd boiled the turkey bones and picked the meat off of them and strained the broth for soup or whatever. It was a very long day but I had nothing big enough to put those turkey skeletons in except a pot to cook them so that was what I did. No turkey bone shall go to waste around here! And now that's all done and I am glad of it.
The fruit came from Jessie and Vergil's yard where they have created a sort of small urban orchard on the lot their house sits on in a neighborhood in Tallahassee. Vergil made up a goodie bag for every family who came to Thanksgiving. They are drowning in fruit! It's so very cool. Perhaps I should make marmalade.
I slept until 9:30 this morning. I am not surprised but I was surprised to hear that Mr. Moon did not get up until 9:00! He sure didn't wake me up when he got out of bed. He is always up by 7:30 at the latest but he, too, worked hard yesterday and it was heavenly for us to get good rest.
And I've done little today. I did the laundry which was mostly made up of tablecloths and napkins and dishtowels. Easy laundry, that. And of course the sheets because it is Friday and sheets must be washed on Friday or else...I don't know. The devil will get me? I won't go to heaven? My entire life will be upended?
Oh, who knows?
It's not the worst symptom of something like OCD, I suppose.
Thirty-nine years ago on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I went out to a bar in Tallahassee. There was a story about why I went that specific night to that specific bar but I'm not going to go into it because it really does not have anything to do with what followed except that I WAS in the bar that night and if I had not been, I might be living a very different life now.
The bar was called Kent's and the only people who remember it are people of a certain age, that age being old. It was a dive bar for the most part but beloved. My ex and his band was playing there that night which is not why I was there. Oddly, one of his bandmates then was a woman who has been his wife for many years now although she was still with her first husband then.
Lots of portent there, I suppose.
Anyway, I was looking cute that night. I was! Really! I had borrowed a sweater from my friend Sue (who was also babysitting Hank and May) and it kept falling off my lovely shoulder. I was not wearing a bra. I have never like bras.
So, there I was at the bar, sitting with my ex's sister who was a friend of mine, waiting for the thing that I was at the bar for in the first place and that never did happen but something else did. Glen Moon was there and I knew him by sight, barely by name. I believe I thought his name was Gary. But he saw me with new eyes that night and the sweater and my shoulder must have been more than he could handle and he asked me to dance.
Now, you have to understand- Glen Moon is 6'10". And lovely in all regards. But tall. Too tall, almost. I am 5'4". But what the hell? I love to dance and so I danced with him and then there was a slow dance and he indicated that he'd like to continue dancing with me and I looked up and said, "Really? You want to try this?"
I mean, I barely come up to his chest.
But yes, he did, and so we did, and before the evening was over he was making very broad comments about not having had Thanksgiving dinner that year and how much he would love a turkey sandwich and so forth and so on, obviously trying to wrangle an invitation over to my house but I was not having it. Nope.
But when Glen Moon wants something, he does not back down. He accepted the fact that he was not going to be coming over to my house for any sort of sandwich that night but within a few days, he managed to get himself invited over for a meal anyway and I made turkey flautas from a recipe that my friend Cindy had given me. They are delicious although they are about as Mexican as a Russian Wolfhound.
So he came over and he ate turkey flautas and no, he did not get invited to spend the night but within a shockingly short amount of time I knew that he was going to ask me to marry him and he had asked if a high shelf in one of my closets was being used which it obviously was not, so that he could keep a few things there and then he asked if he could move his bed in to replace my double mattress because it was too short for him and he wasn't comfortable on it.
Sigh.
Tonight I am going to make turkey flautas. They will be as inauthentic as the first ones I ever served him were. And hopefully as delicious. And our beautiful, thirteen-year old grandson Owen will be here to eat them with us and is spending the night so that they can get up early to go fishing out on the gulf.
Funny how one thing will lead to another, isn't it?
And that is the story of today, which is an anniversary of sorts. I wonder if Mr. Moon thinks about that first night he asked me to dance when he makes himself a turkey sandwich.
I do. And I think of that sweater and of Sue and of dancing with that almost too-tall man in front of a band which my former husband was the guitarist for and how I had no experience with a man that tall- a basketball player, an athlete for god's sake. A man who carried himself with such confidence, and who smiled way more than anyone I'd ever met, who appeared not to have one iota of angst within him.
I'm so very glad I danced with him.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
I think that is the best story ever, and true as the day is long. Please tell if a hundred years.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanne. It is a story that I still love to think about, to talk about, and Mr. Moon still talks about that sweater and also, the turkey sandwich which he did not get.
DeleteWell, that is just the sweetest story ever and anyone with a romantic bone in their body knows the sweetness continues to this day! 🍭🍬
ReplyDeleteWe are very sweet to each other. Which makes life so much better.
DeleteWhat a great romantic story! Very tall men seem to like short women! I've known a few couples like you, where one partner barely makes it to the middle button on her partner's jacket. It's only tricky for the pictures.
ReplyDeleteMr. Moon's first wife was 6 feet tall! And also brunette and she had endowments that I do not. So both of us went outside our "types" here, I think. I've always felt that tall women who see us together resent me for getting one of the guys with whom they could wear heels.
DeleteThat's a lovely story and you two are so lucky to have met each other. Have a wonderful day with Owen, or rather, his grandpa should have a wonderful day of fishing with Owen.
ReplyDeleteI think they both had a terrific day together.
DeleteThe day I met Mr. Moon was definitely one of the luckiest of my life.
Honky tonk sweethearts and as love stories go, this is the best! So cute. Y'all do cute really well!
ReplyDeleteOr rock-n-roll sweethearts in a North Florida bar. Linda Sue- they had deer heads on the wall, one of which people who had just gotten divorced would put their wedding rings on the antlers of. I am not kidding. They gave good pours.
DeleteI don't know for sure how many times I've read your telling of this - probably 13 since that's how many Thanksgivings I've been coming around. And I enjoy it and feel something each time. Happy day to you two!
ReplyDeleteOh, Jill. We have known each other for forever, haven't we?
DeleteWhat a lovely memory. The man has good taste.
ReplyDeleteAnd so do I.
DeleteWhat a wonderful story. I am so glad he asked you to dance and you said yes.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteAaahhhh that is so sweet. Lucky you - we don't all get that you know!
ReplyDeleteYou are right. And it's truly something that I am grateful for. I am eternally gobsmacked at how lucky I am.
DeleteWhat a great post! A story brilliantly told. It's funny how seemingly innocuous moment change our lives - but then if wasn't one it would have been another...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! But would it have been such a sweet and happy story? Who knows? Not me.
DeleteI do love the'how did you meet' stories. You've inspired me to post one of my own.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
DeleteThat's a sweet story, Mary. You two are a good match!
ReplyDeleteWe are, despite outward appearances!
DeleteI'd say you both lucked out! And now you've grown a whole family tree from the roots of that meeting.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that crazy?
DeleteI am new here, this is the first time I've heard this, and it's a very nice story to hear.
ReplyDelete"Say yes more!"
Exactly.
Deletethis story never gets old.......EVER. A true testament to Love!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSusan M
It's a tradition!
DeleteThat is such a sweet beautiful love story. I love it!
ReplyDeleteGreat story.
ReplyDeleteYou're so elegant, all these years i've thought you 5'8" or nearly. My aunt and uncle are a similar height differential. They're a wonderful couple.
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