My Goodness! I Went Shopping

 I got a text from Hank last night saying that he and his wife were going to Monticello today for lunch at the Mexican and then some thrift shopping and would I like to join them?
Well, of course I would!
And so I did. 

I am just living the life of leisure here, folks. 

A good friend of Hank and Rachel joined us too and we were a chit-chattery bunch at Rancho Grande where the tables were constantly filling with hungry people and then refilling when fully satiated and satisfied people left. That restaurant, as I have said many times before, is the absolute example of the American dream. Work your ass off, don't be afraid to take chances, dare to dream, and see what can happen. And you know what? I bet that Jefferson County overwhelmingly voted for Trump, never even thinking about how it is quite possible that when he takes office, the people who have built Monticello's favorite restaurant may well be rounded up and sent to camps or back to where they came from. And/or the people who roof their houses, build their houses, repair their houses, pick their fruits and vegetables and tend their pecan groves and soy bean fields as well. 
The image of jack-booted officers knocking down doors to take custody of immigrants is one of the things I am most frightened of happening after the inauguration. 

But, here we are in the dead days of the last week of December and the iodine-stained one is not yet in power although he thinks he is and acts like he is.

This is not what I came here to say tonight but obviously, it was all lurking in my head, just waiting for the right moment to pop out and present itself on the page. 
Or screen, as it were. 

So we had a great lunch and I brought home enough leftovers for another meal and then we went to one of my favorite antique and vintage stores and roamed and rambled around there for quite awhile. They really do have a nice selection of antique furniture and mid-century furniture, all kinds of glassware from vases to china and everything in between, old tools, old toys, linens, Tupperware- oh, just everything. You know. This is the same place from which I rescued Dorothy Anne, the doll everyone thought was creepy but who just needed some love. And of course, I had to take another picture of these arches upstairs.

Just so pretty. 

And there were many things that if I were younger and not so obsessed with getting rid of things instead of acquiring things I might have bought. Vases especially. They didn't have any bowls that I fell in love with which is good because you know damn well that when I fall in love with a bowl, it is going to come home with me. But I did buy one thing. It was very small and it has already found its place on the wall by my bed.

I rationalize it by the fact that when I die, it'll at least be easy to get rid of. And meanwhile, my monkey lamp keeps watch over it. 

Here's something I saw that I thought perhaps I should buy and put in the Glen Den while the man is off hunting. 

I wouldn't say a thing, just hang it in there and see how long it took him to notice it. 
Nah. I would not do that to Mr. Moon. He would never kill Bambi's mother. 
On purpose, anyway. 

After we'd spent about an hour in there we decided to make our way to Wag the Dog. Of course. Can't go to Monticello without going to Wag. Here's a picture I took there today.

Wait a minute...how did I miss that little Black-Headed Oriole? If indeed that's what it is. Oh my goodness. I'm going to have to go back. 

And darn if I didn't buy something at Wag, too. 
Sigh.
A year or so ago, Mr. Moon went to one of those places where they sell stuff from unclaimed airline baggage. He was on one of his trips with the boys. And he bought me a sweet, thin, very simple hammered silver bangle bracelet which I liked very much and for Christmas this year, he bought me another silver bangle with a flower design. Now I have been collecting silver bangles since I was in college. The first time. Over the years I've gotten more in Mexico and at antique stores and I do have a beautiful collection. The sound of those bracelets jangling on my arm is the sound of "Mama's going out dancing" to my children. And although I always thought I'd be the sort of old woman who wore red lipstick and her silver bracelets, no matter what, it turns out that I'm not. Not really. It's hard to do yard work in silver bracelets. Especially the beautiful big fancy ones. And red lipstick just gets on my teeth and caught in my mustache hairs. 
But a few little skinny bangles can still make a lovely tinkling sound and don't get in the way so I've been wearing the two that Glen got me the last few days and when I was in Wag today I saw another silver bracelet, a tiny bit wider than the two I was wearing but not heavy or showy and they wanted twelve dollars for it and so I bought it. I brought it home and polished it and this is what it looks like on my gnarly, sun-raveged wrist with the other two.

When I walked back to my car when we had had our fill of shopping,  I took a picture, mostly for the sky. The lighting was terrible but in black and white, it is all quite dramatic.

I'm sort of getting Last Picture Show vibes. What do you think?

I'm going to go heat up my salmon and spinach with edamame beans and toasted sesame seeds. Good Lord but it was good. I would not be embarrassed to serve that to the Gee Dee Pope. I feel almost certain that will never happen but if it did, I would be pleased to offer it to his Holiness. Meanwhile, I am quite happy to serve it to myself. 

Love...Ms. Moon