And Wait! There's More!

I have taken no pictures today but I've had this one on my desktop for quite a while because I love it so much so there you go. That was Owen and Gibson about eleven years ago, I guess. Owen was so excited when his mama was having Gibson although he was not quite sure about the whole thing when he was first born. I remember that Boppy had taken Owen off to play while Lily was in labor and when he brought him back to meet his new brother, he got up on the bed with his mama and admired the baby for a moment or two and then suggested that she put him in his little bassinet. 
He quickly adjusted though, and soon enough, those boys were staring at each other, studying each other, and learning each other as babies and children do. 

It's been a long day. Well, long-ish. Mr. Moon had a short doctor's appointment for a small procedure today (all is well! no worries!) and I met him at the office where it was to take place and waited while they did it which was so quick that I'd only read about two NYT's articles on my phone, one about some woman named Dr. Emily (she's not a real doctor) discussing the opening up of relationships. You know, that is an interesting topic and from what I gather, nonmonogamy, as it appears to be called sometimes, is something that younger people explore with openness and honesty these days. And I am under no illusions that there are not plenty of older people who romp in the field of differing sexual lifestyles too. I have no problem with the concept. If that's what people want to do and it's cool with all parties involved- go for it! Personally, I was never anywhere near comfortable with the idea although I did have a husband who romped quite a bit in his day. I lived in denial for many years and will never forget the moment I realized that he was indeed having an affair with a woman that I had sort of thought he might be seeing on the side, but had refused to allow the reality of that to enter my consciousness until one particular point in time and I will never forget that moment. It was if I'd been struck with an iron skillet on the head and on the heart. It was not a conjecture. It was a certainty. I felt so much shame and grief. 
But cheating is not the same thing AT ALL as an open relationship with the blessing of all involved. And there's nothing new about it. Sexuality is something that can be explored in so many ways, isn't it? And although I am a jealous woman who does not care to share, and always have been, I look upon those who manage to create these alternative types of relationships with some curiosity and no judgement. 
Life is short and should be lived as fully as possibly, I suppose. 

All right. So obviously that was not what I meant to write about today. I didn't really have a topic in mind, as usual. So yes, it has been a long day. After Mr. Moon and I parted ways at the doctor's, he taking my car and me taking his so that he could get my oil changed, I took myself to lunch and got a burrito which I mostly ate the insides of because no one needs an entire steamed, blanket-sized white flour tortilla. But the insides were quite tasty- chicken and black beans, and rice, and so forth.  
And then I went to Costco which was packed with people. So many people. I just kept my head down and got what I needed. I did not see Beautiful Brenda which was a sadness. 
And then on to Publix where they had no pint canning jars so forget that but they did have "our" coffee on sale BOGO and that was good. I got to see a lady who works there whom I have come to know over the years. She used to work in customer service but now works in the deli and bakery. I think. She was working in the deli but I saw her today in the bakery so- who knows? But we caught up for a minute and she told me that it's been such a relief not doing customer service all day every day. I would probably have a law suit brought against me after twenty minutes of working in customer service. How do people do it and retain their sanity? Anyway, it was good to see her. 

Okay- here's something that happens when you get old(er) that you aren't expecting- the baggers at the grocery store ask you how heavy you'd like them to pack your bags. Have I discussed this already? It happened to me today as it usually does these days, and I said, as I usually do, "Oh, I'm still pretty strong." And I am. Not as strong as I used to be but strong enough to haul my groceries in. And if they pack the bags too lightly, then I'm going to end up carrying six of them in at a time, rather than two or three so it doesn't really matter. 
But I never saw that one coming. Obviously, I look like a frail old woman which is so funny because I feel like a strong old woman. Sort of. 

When I got home and got everything put away, I picked about another thousand or so green beans and some tomatoes and I just feel overwhelmed. It was less than a week ago that I was bitching because the bugs were getting all our tomatoes and now we're getting five or six gorgeous ones a day and I can't keep up with them, much less the green beans. 

But it's a great problem to have. 

However, it is so hot outside and so humid that I had sweat literally pouring off my body and also into my eyes and I was miserable. You reach a point where you just say, "I can't. I cannot do any more." 
And that's it. 
I feel such despair because there is so much weeding that I should be doing and my knees just aren't up to it and it's too hot and yes, we need to start doing container gardening but at this moment, we have beautiful rows of peas and okra and tomatoes and peppers and I want to take care of them. But it's always like this when the garden really comes in and the days are hot and the humidity is high. The garden overwhelms me and the bounty overwhelms me and I sob and I moan, "I am not a Mormon woman!" which is perhaps the most obvious thing on earth so why do I feel this compulsion to grow and can and preserve? 

Who knows? Not me. 

Another thing I do not know- why a young black bear came swimming out of the gulf onto the beach and then ran into the dunes in Destin, Florida. Destin is not that far down the road from us and is a gorgeous beach so at least the bear has good taste. Just google "bear, Destin" if you'd like to see video of the event. 

And in more bear news, Jessie reports that she almost hit a bear cub today on the mountain in NC. It either fell or ran down the hill into the road where she was driving. Thankfully for all concerned, she did not hit it. There was a mother and another cub, too. It would have been so sad if she'd hurt the cub. 

And so it goes in this world of ours. Bears on the mountain, bears on the beach. 

Boy. This was a rambler of a post. 

Thanks for hanging in there with me. 

Love...Ms. Moon