Sunday, March 26, 2023

A Day That Will Forever Be Marked On My Calendar And Etched In My Heart



I have got to stop sleeping so late. I don't know what's wrong with me. I did stay up rather late (for me) last night. I worked some on my jig-saw puzzle and then I started a new book after I took my shower and got in bed and the next thing I knew it was almost midnight. But the dream I was having this morning definitely tells me that I'm spending way too much time in REM to be good for anyone. It was quite a complex dream involving many, many of my regular dream themes including the giant house with so many bedrooms and bathrooms, crazy amounts of laundry, many children to take care of, AND my husband was depressed because he'd had to break up with the dark-haired hussy that he has a second family with. 
In dream world. Not the real world. I hasten to assure you. 
I'm not sure why he'd had to break up with her but he was not happy. He was going to tell me all about it just as I was waking up and I was already trying to decide whether I would stay with him or not. 

So of course it took me another hour after I got up to shake that shit off and then I made a Sunday breakfast and did the crossword and so forth. Feeling useless I determined that today was as good as any to go wrestle with at least some of the crocosmia. 

Remember this?


After a few hours I got it down to this.


I probably got a fourth of that patch pulled and I am under no delusions that this is any sort of permanent remedy. But Maurice did help me. 


As insane as she is, I can't help but feel love for that silly little tiger. I often wonder what goes on in her mind when she suddenly shows up when I'm outside. Does she leave the house knowing I'm not in it and actively look for me or does she just spy me while she's on cat-patrol? Of course she never wants me to think that she's sought out my company on purpose. I always think of her as saying, "Oh. Well. Hello. I had no idea you were out here. I was just passing by. I might lay down here for a moment, have a little sun snooze. Don't mind me."
But somehow she does find me and I am always gratified to see her. It is rather a magical thing to connect with creatures not of our species, I think. And it absolutely feels like a small blessing when they seek us out for our company when they don't really need us at that particular moment for warmth or food or scratches. I have found that most cats do not want to be scratched or pet outside. Some do, but not a lot. They may twist around your ankles for a moment but if you reach down to pet them, they generally take off. 
Of course we don't let Maurice get close enough to our ankles to twist around them. If she gets that close, her mind is on drawing blood. 

So that's what I've done today. 
Dream recovery, breakfast-making (and the biscuits were very good this week), and dirt-kneeling. 
Mr. Moon is doing better every day although he rather pissed me off earlier. The trash needed taking which is usually my job anyway. I have no idea why that is. I don't recall signing a contract. But I had specifically told him that he was NOT to take it this morning because he's not supposed to lift anything weighing more than fifteen pounds and yet he did take it while my back was turned. 
I have forgiven him but I am still not happy about it. 
I remind myself that it's better than having another family on the side. 

Eighteen years ago today a very important event happened at this house. 


Billy and Shayla got married. And they let me marry them. 


I was so cute eighteen years ago!

Billy and Shayla were pretty cute too. 
That was the best wedding ever. Families by choice and families by blood were there. Little old country ladies in their church dresses holding on to their husbands wearing their JC Penny's suits. Punks, goths, Fancy Nancy wearing her short-alls and pole dancing- it was a joyous and amazing celebration. And this was before their marriage could be legal but no one worried about that overmuch. I did hear one of the older gents saying, "It was just like a real wedding!" 
"It was a real wedding," I told him. "Until they try to get on each other's health insurance." Since then, they have been married twice more, I think. Once in California when it became legal there and again in Florida when our laws got civilized. 
For that moment in time, at least. 

Billy texted me this morning to thank me for marrying them. I said "Thank you for asking me." What an honor that was. 

Here's a picture of Billy and Shayla and their boy Waylon from a few days ago. 


I love those people so much. As do many, many other people. 
The important thing, however, is that they still love each other. 
And that is worthy of celebration every day of the year. 

Love...Ms. Moon



26 comments:

  1. in the end, all there is, is love <3 xxalainaxx

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  2. 37paddington:
    Love is everything. Beautiful family. Wonderful community. Thanks for sharing them with us.

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    1. Hank has brought so many precious people into my life.

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  3. love....and especially enduring love....is all that matters. Are you an ordained minister (? is that what it's called when you can legally marry 2 people?). Another of your wonderful qualities/assets I did not know of! Bless you.....and bless Billy and Shayla and Waylon. And yes, you were a cutie.....and still are....but even better!
    Susan M

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    1. I used to be a notary public which in Florida allows you to marry people and I did marry a few. It was always such an honor to be asked. Billy and Shayla's marriage was not legal at the time as Billy is trans. But they are legal as cake now.

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  4. Thank you for sharing all the amazing people in your world. And, for the record, you're still cute.

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    1. You have NOT seen a picture of me lately. Obviously. Because I am not cute any more. But thank you, Carol.

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  5. I can't stop looking at your smile!!! It makes my toes curl up with joy.

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    1. It was the happiest moment of the happiest day!

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  6. You cleared a huge patch, all you have to do now is keep that bit clear while you work on the rest. Of course that won't leave you time for anything else, unless you give up sleeping. That wedding sounds like a fun day.

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    1. I know- this is a never-ending task. I mean, literally.

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  7. "It's all love, it's all love." Ram Das

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  8. It's so funny how so many of us have multiple wedding dates. It drives our friends and families crazy. LOL

    I agree about the connections we have with our critters. I always wonder what they're thinking. I guess they like the security of the pack -- or pride, in the case of cats.

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    1. It's more common for gay couples to have multiple wedding dates, I think.
      If you are right about cats, Maurice definitely does not want to be in the same pride as Jack. Nor he her.

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  9. Lovely memories there. The priest who married us explained that as soon as you commit to each other, you're married, and the legal part only confirms it. I like that way of seeing it.

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    1. I do too! But there are many benefits to having that piece of paper. Insurance for one thing! And hospital visitation and decision-making rights. The list is long.

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  10. Like what Boud said, to me as soon as you decide to get married, you are. some legal or not legal ceremony is not the defining moment, it's only the party to celebrate. so, do I recall correctly that Billy is trans? not that it matters one way or the other.

    good job on clearing the crocosmia. I'm making fairly good headway on the walking onion heads. filled the fifth bucket yesteray.

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    1. Yes. Billy is trans. Can you imagine the scene if he were forced to use his "gender-at-birth" appropriate public restroom? Ooh boy.
      Good for you with the walking onions!

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    2. Walking Onion Heads, sounds like a rock and roll band.

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  11. I did notice the new header photo and your home looks lovely!
    "All you need is love"....

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  12. I wish everyone would remember that love is love, no matter who. If they would, we could all kiss Mr. "No Woke" and "Don't say gay" goodbye.

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  13. What a wonderful memory! I cannot believe how big Waylon is -- a young man now!

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  14. Great Memories and so glad you were able to officiate their Wedding and make it Real even before the rest of the Country caught up. The Grandson and his Husband got Married last July while it's still Legal in Arizona, they didn't want to risk waiting due to our unstable Political climate and how insane AZ can be about pandering to the Lunatic Fringe and Religious Zealots among us. His Dad officiated and it was lovely, we Hosted it here at our Home on just five days notice, which was Wild, but many Venues locally wouldn't accommodate a Gay Union... Eye Roll. Love is Love. Glad your Happy Couple are still going strong all these Years later.

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