Friday, February 10, 2023

Meds, Mullet, Mormons, Martinis, And Jack

Well, I think I figured out why I felt so funky yesterday and even more so today and you have heard this story before- I forgot to take my meds yesterday. Pretty sure that was it. It's scary how much they affect me or at least the lack of them affect me. But I took them this morning and am hoping that I'll be back tomorrow, bright as a new penny. 

It's been raining most of the day and I have done very little and yet it's been a beautiful day for me. Mr. Moon and I have spent time together, being sweet. Well, even sweeter than usual which is pretty sweet. We even went down to the site of the former truck stop where every weekend an older couple (i.e., our age or younger) sets up their food truck right behind the giant Johnny Appleseed. I have eaten a lunch from them once before but it was a long time ago when they were just under a little canvas awning. Now they've got it fancied up and really going. 


Conch City Catering. 
The lady who took our order was darling and had a gold tooth that made me want one so bad. You may think I am kidding but I am not. Mr. Moon asked her if the mullet was fresh and she assured him it was- her husband caught it. Her husband also cooked it. I ordered a shrimp dinner and it was fine but nothing as fine as that mullet was which my husband shared with me. Would you look at this fish?


 That, my friends, is what we like about the south. Fried mullet and fried okra. And underneath that mullet is a piece of white bread which is the absolute traditional way of serving it. 
Pass the hot sauce and shut up. 
The fisherman/chef talked to Mr. Moon for at least ten minutes about how and where he caught that mullet. And the problems he'd had at the boat ramp. And then they talked about bait. And then they talked about catching stripers. And then they talked about catching sheepshead and how to cook them. 
Ooh boy. The only thing fishermen love to do more than fish is to talk about fishing. And I was all La-Di-Dah'ing over there, thinking, Uh, can we go home and eat this fish now?
Which we eventually did. 

Besides that delightful adventure (no hyperbole there, people- seriously) I've had a little nap, done some laundry, and investigated a major crisis brewing at the Open Stories Foundation which is where my not-so-secret-addiction of Mormon Stories podcasts comes from. I cannot and will not even try to figure out, much less explain why I love listening to those podcasts but it's been years now and I still listen to almost every one of them and some of them are over three hours long. The crisis arose when one of the employees who had been hired as an office manager type person and who had slid into co-hosting occasionally, lost her job. Now I do not know how her office managing skills were, but as a co-host she was a mess. Mostly she just cried. And hell yes! Many of the stories that the interviewees tell are heartbreaking and just plain hard and I can understand becoming emotional but Lord, this woman just wept and wept and wept. 
I kept wondering how long John, the host, would be able to put up with that and how in the world he was going to get out of it. He's such a kind man but I guess she finally provoked him in a way that caused him to get angry and now she's claiming all kinds of shit although none of it is anything more than, "He made me feel unsafe." "He wasn't being empathetic enough about my needs as a mother." Blah, blah, blah.
So she's suing him and the Open Stories Foundation and they're counter-suing her. Another former-Mormon podcaster (yes, I listen to two podcasts about Mormonism) is an attorney and he read the entire transcript of the counter suit on his show and that took awhile to listen to. And today I watched, on Youtube, a meeting with the woman, John, and two members of the board of the Open Stories Foundation that had occurred before the woman lost her job and before she brought a case against them. 
And guess what? She cried and cried and cried. 
Oh, how she cried. 
Look- I cry at the drop of a hat but I'm not a freaking co-host. We're talking Tammy Faye level of crying. 
So that took quite a bit of time. 

Aren't you glad you know all of this? 
Well, to me it's fascinating. 

And I guess that's all I have to talk about. I'm going to make pizzas tonight. I used some of the sourdough starter discard a few days ago to start a dough and we'll see how that goes. 
Just about time to make martinis. And I'm late on the laundry so our clean sheets are still in the dryer. But who cares? It's Friday.

Because I love you I will give you this picture of Jack.  



He's such a weirdo. 
So am I. 
So am I.

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon


30 comments:

  1. Yes, but you're OUR weirdo!

    Glad you figured out why you weren't doing well.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Glad to hear you figured out why you weren't feeling well. I do the same thing, forgetting to take my meds, and I can definitely tell...so can my family! That fish looks so good! I almost licked my laptop screen to get a taste!

    Grace & Peace,
    Pam

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Such good fish.
      Yes. Some of us do indeed need our medication.

      Delete
  3. Love the photo of Jack! He's adorable.
    Glad you're feeling better.
    Have a wonderful weekend.

    ReplyDelete
  4. That is a wonderful photo of Jack. Have a good weekend.

    ReplyDelete
  5. I can't comment about podcasts. I have not been able to abide any of them. You don't have to explain. I like YouTube videos about customs and drug smuggling.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Haha! I love it! Who knows why we like the things we like?

      Delete
  6. I'm so pleased Mormons are out of my life. Except your Mormons. Somehow they are much easier to deal with.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Well, for the most part, these are ExMo's and very intelligent people who are thoughtful and often funny and generally just trying to find their way in a world without a church (cult) telling them what they should do in every aspect of their lives.

      Delete
  7. If you can get hold of the book "The Confession of a Lesbian ex-Mormon" it's a good read. The author used to live next door to my parents. A fabulous person.
    Meds - hate taking them, hate not.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for the recommendation. Some of the saddest stories on Mormon Stories are from the LGBTQIA+ community who, almost to a person, at least thought seriously about death by suicide as a reasonable alternative to trying to live in the church as a gay person. The man who does the interviews is very, very supportive of that community.

      Delete
  8. Glad to know that your meds (or lack thereof) were behind yesterday's waller. Some of us just need our meds to function, and people who don't may never understand.

    A sweet day and take-home fresh-caught mullet - what could be better!

    Chris from Boise

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I didn't understand about the need for medication until they were MY medications. Shit.

      Delete
  9. https://www.bizjournals.com/orlando/news/2020/10/01/orlando-caterer-searches-for-financing-after-bank.html
    Wish I could read the rest of the story, but I’m not a subscriber.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm not either! But yes, that is them. They? Whatever.

      Delete
  10. Jack is so cute tucked up under the blanket there. I saw enough about Mormonism when I watched that series, "Under the Blanket" I think it was called. I knew a Mormon family when I was much younger, early teens, and they weren't any different than the rest of us.
    That mullet though! It's a whole fish!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I had a Mormon friend from sixth grade through high school. They lived down the street and they were very nice people but I grew to not like the "friend" as much. There were odd rules she was supposed to follow like not drinking coca-cola. I often wonder what happened to her. I know she went to BYU for nursing and did get married.

      Delete
  11. I think you should put your meds where you can see them first thing and take them right away. put them in little lidded dishes labelled Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and so on.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Oh, I do put them in the little SMTWTFS container. That's how I realized I'd forgotten a day.

      Delete
  12. Fishing - another of Mr. Moon's passions! Good for him, it must be lovely to have that passion!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Glad you are feeling better and you figured out what was wrong.
    Have a nice weekend, Mary.

    ReplyDelete
  14. That is an adorable picture of Jack. He looks so kittenish!

    I'm going to have to try one of those Mormon stories, because I am curious about them -- but I have serious doubts about whether I'd be able to listen to a podcast with three-hour episodes. Or all that crying! I'm impressed at the granular level of detail that must have been provided by reading an entire lawsuit out loud. LOL

    I like eating fish, but catching them is about the most boring thing in the world to me. I suppose I might do it if I were starving.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jack is a hoot. He is so determined to stay on the bed that I've made it around him before and it takes him awhile to admit defeat and crawl out from under the covers.
      I don't listen to those long podcasts all in one go. And I like them because they are not just surface interviews. They dig deep. And the crying lady is gone now.
      Fishing is always exciting for Glen. I think, as with hunting, he loves being outside in the woods or on the water, whether the ocean or a river or a pond. And I think you would fish if you were starving.

      Delete
  15. I believe you were Mormon in another life and it cured you of religion in this one and now you're trying to understand everything you went though in that life which was probably not all bad, even though you chose not to bring the religion part forward with you. And that is my story for today.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. This makes total sense to me. And John Dehlin is helping me work through it all.

      Delete

Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.