Her Smile

The beautiful Brenda with the mermaid eyes. And she did have mermaid eyes today but you can't really see them in that picture where she is smiling so big. I was studying them as we talked though, and I want to see if I could possibly replicate what she was doing there. She had on a sort of sparkly aqua/turquoise eye shadow on her lids with a blue liner underneath, just about the same color as her shirt. It was like she'd used a palette of the colors of the sea in the Caribbean ocean. 
I have a feeling that only Brenda can pull that off however. Plus, she's a master at the art of eye make-up and I am not.

It was just so good to see her. She gives hugs whole-heartedly and they make you feel so loved. I asked her if I could take her picture for the blog and she said, Yes, of course," and I told her that readers have been asking after her and wanting a picture. 

I was in town because I had many errands to run and if I'd gone to the library, there would have been one more. I did not get to the library but I am nowhere near panic level when it comes to unread books beside my bed so that was fine. I picked up a prescription for Rachel and I went to Costco, obviously, for a few things like frozen wild blueberries and Cheerios which Mr. Moon eats for breakfast almost every day. Cheerios with wild blueberries on them. He loves the blueberry milk that results from the thawed blueberries, the Cheerios swimming in their little pale, cyanotic lake which buoys them like tiny life-saving rings. I got another pair of men's Levis because I have decided that the ones I got a couple of weeks ago there are my favorites and fit me best. However, you cannot count on Costco having the same thing two weeks in a row and that's the way it is. They had another style of the men's jeans and I bought a pair and tried them on when I got home and I have to say, absolutely not. 
Oh well. 

Not even close to a big deal. 
I had to go by the bank which we use for our credit cards. That's a whole story in itself which I definitely do not need to go into. I didn't get my problem resolved but was offered solutions (a number to call or setting up the mobile app and trying to do it that way). And if neither of those work, I'm to go back and meet with the woman who set the account up in the first place. 
So that did not feel successful. 
The Costco run went as described although there were five million, seven hundred and eighty-eight thousand people there today, all of them requiring a parking space. Somehow I managed all of that without any sort of a meltdown, probably due to Brenda's good juju, some of which she passed on to me in our hugs. 
Then on to Publix. I got things. You know- food things. Your shelves and refrigerator and freezer may be full but if you are out of cottage cheese and it is cottage cheese you need and want, you are shit out of luck. Plus, August and Levon are spending the night tomorrow night and I had to buy root beer, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream. Am I right?
Of course I am. 

I also bought sandwich materials for Mr. Moon who has already gone to the coast for the first Gulf fishing trip of the season and he was vibrating with excitement. I think that deep sea fishing may be his favorite above hunting. But I don't know. It would be impossible for him to pick, I think. I mean, can a mother pick a favorite child? And of course I do very much love to cook and eat the fish he brings home. 
Apropos to nothing- were you aware of the fact that it is bad luck to bring a banana on board a boat? 
Well it is. I have it from good authority. 

I was thinking I'd write about the realization I had recently about why I feel such a need to have plenty of food in the house at all times. I will write about it but not tonight. Tonight I am going to go cook some salmon and baby peas and I want to make a martini. Yes, the clean sheets are on the bed, the rest of the laundry folded and put away, Maurice has had her afternoon treats, and for a sweet, peaceful moment, all feels to be as it should. 
I probably shouldn't even say things like that because you know- I don't want to jinx anything. But I don't believe in that shit. 
(She knocks wood.)

All right. I do not mean to alarm you but we are only six days away from my spirit totem animal's 82nd birthday and I just need to know that you are ready if indeed you celebrate. Yes, yes, I know that it's only nine days to the Solstice and that is a very important celebration day, meaningful in ways that even our oldest ancestors recognized and honored. 
Still and yet I believe we can celebrate both the solstice and Keith.

I may post a picture of the man or something with the man in it for the next six days. 

Here we have possibly the sexiest picture of Keith Richards ever.

It had to have been taken in the early to mid 80's because that's when he met and married Patti Hansen in 1983. He was forty, she was twenty-seven and he had never looked better or healthier in his life. In my opinion. They will celebrate their 42nd anniversary on Keith's birthday, which is the day they got married. 
That period of time in Keith's life was a time of restored energy and confidence, of progress and of making babies. 

He kicked heroin before he met Patti. The two of them have two daughters and along with Keith's first two children, born to him by Anita Pallenberg, they have many grandchildren and what appears to be a very, very loving and close family. 

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From Brenda to Keith Richards. Somehow it all makes sense to me. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon