Countdown To Colonoscopy- Whoo Hoo!

Yesterday I asked Mr. Moon if he would please bring my large mango plant inside before it froze and he said he would. I reminded him later but then he got started on doing a brake job on his truck and I guess he forgot but I just did not feel like I wanted to remind him again. 
Why?
For one thing, I hate to be a nag. 
For another, it is very, very hard for me to ask favors of people, even my husband. I am quite sure this stems from my highly dysfunctional childhood where what I wanted was really not a big priority. 
Whatever. The fact is, I do not have a healthy attitude towards getting my needs met. And there is even a certain sense of martyrdom that I feel way too comfortable with when I do ask for help and don't get it. Like, "Well. What do you expect? That mango tree which I adore means nothing to him." 

So I just thought to myself that the cover I'd put on it two days ago would probably keep it from outright dying and that even if a lot of it got frozen, it would come back next spring and summer. And I took my shower and I got in my bed and read my book and was cozy and at peace with the whole mango situation and then my husband came in to give me a cuddle and he said, "I brought the mango in for you." 
I was so happy. I thanked him and thanked him. I wouldn't want to have to go out to the garage and get the dolly and hoist that big old plant on it and get it up the steps in the freezing cold night but he did that. He did that for me.
"I just forgot," he said. "I got working on those brakes and I forgot."
"I know," I said. "I just didn't feel like reminding you again."
"It's okay to remind me," he said. "I don't mind."
Here's the thing- he showed me that I am deserving of him going to all that trouble to bring in a mango plant that I grew from a seed from Roseland that came from a tree that I ate mangos off of as a child.

I love that man. 

Well. News of the colonoscopy which I need to get after flunking my Cologuard Test: It was originally scheduled for January 13 but I got a call on Monday, I think, telling me that they would have to reschedule me because of...blah, blah, blah...whatever. And that the soonest appointment they had was going to be January 27. Or something like that. I was torn between feeling great relief that I had even yet more time before it happened and wishing it were sooner so I can get this over with. And today I got another call and they now have an opening on Monday. This Monday. December 9th. 
And I said, "Sure."
It's funny. I really have not been freaking out about the procedure OR the fact that hey! I might have colon cancer! I mean... I understand that. I'm not happy about it but let's see what's what. However, as soon as I got off the phone with the very nice person from the Digestive Disease Clinic, I did start to freak out a little bit. Mostly the sort of freak out that takes the form of anxiety brain where it is rather hard to think because my brain is somewhere far, far away searching for a place to dance in the realm in which angels dwell while my stupid body plods along doing stupid things like getting old and hurting and being fat and possibly getting colon cancer. 
Luckily, when I got the call, I was in the garden on my knees planting the little collard and lettuce seedlings I got yesterday. 

 

And that is one of the most grounding things I can do so I just proceeded with that project and pulled a few weeds and took a picture of my giant Mexican basil which has died in the freezing temperatures we've been having. 

I bet you thousands of bees sipped from the blossoms on that plant last summer. 

And then I trimmed back the heirloom roses growing in my garden which never seem to quit blooming but which send out branches that resemble cruel and vicious thorned tentacles that if not pruned back, would definitely take over the world starting with me. I know I do not do this correctly. I say this every year and do I ever do one damn thing to LEARN how to do it correctly?

No I do not. 

Here are some of the pretty little flowers that I rescued from the branches I pruned. 

They make my whole kitchen smell sweet. 

Mr. Moon's off to some sort of hunting-related dinner out in the deep woods. This is not a primitive affair. There are Hors d'oeuvres. That are served on trays by...people? The caterers, I guess. The whole thing is some money-raising event to support the environment in such a way that the ducks' habitats remain wild and free of pollutants and development or something like that. They sell tickets to be drawn for different cool things that have been donated and my husband, luckiest man in the world, has brought home some pretty amazing things like different sorts of Yeti products, a small Green Egg grill, a trés moderne camping stove and so on and so forth. Some of these things have been gifted to the kids so it's all good. 

I will be eating leftovers which is fine because we have some good ones. Although I should have been preparing for the procedure for the past three days by foregoing nuts, seeds, raw fruits and vegetables, vitamins and supplements, I don't have that same window of time because of the last minute scheduling. I called the clinic to ask about this and the woman I talked to said that if I stop all of the things now and drink plenty of water, I should be okay. 

That is enough of that. 

Much love...Ms. Moon