Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday Leftovers, Tidbits and Tapas
I hate not having a camera. I hate it. But I can't say a thing about it right now because Mr. Moon is about THIS far away from saying, "You want a new camera? Go get a job and buy one."
Seriously.
Land taxes are coming up. Blah, blah, blah.
Of course it's not blah, blah, blah to him. It's very, very real.
But honestly- do you KNOW how awkward it is to take the MacBook out to the dripping ferns and try to get a shot of the new sasanqua? The dew gets on the MacBook and before you know it, I'll need a new one of those, too (and I'll have to sell something and I'm too old to sell my ass and most of my stuff comes from Goodwill so how much can that shit fetch on eBay? Not much is the answer to that) and besides all of that, the pictures aren't that great. Obviously. I could use my phone but then I have to do that thing with the tiny "card" which is so small and has a tendency to pop and fly like a diaphragm lubed up with spermicide and I am dearly afraid that one of these days that little chip of a card is going to fly right down one of the cracks of the porch which it could easily fit through and well, shit.
So okay, obviously I don't have a whole lot to write about today. My water did come back on, miraculously sometime in the middle of the night. It was not on at one a.m. when I got up because my whole entire body was twitching in pangy pain which is the new turn this old beat-up corpsicum has taken. Is "corpsicum" a word? I think not. Oh well. My brain is as old as my body and if I can't think up the right word, I'll just make one up. Why not? I don't have an editor.
As if you couldn't figure that out by my insane comma placements.
I believe I broke my pinky toe last night because it still hurts and is black and blue and I've broken it so many times before that it doesn't have much of a bone left in it but whatever bone is in there, I do think is broken. I tried to move an immovable object with it while dashing from the hallway to the kitchen and this happens all the time to me. I am not so much clumsy as just too casual about where I am in time and space. My other foot is on the mend, finally, proving my theory that if you ignore something long enough, it will either kill you or heal. Inflamed tendons cannot kill you, as far as I know, so it healed. Thankfully, broken toes can't kill you either. The proof of this is that I'd be dead and buried if they could.
Yesterday Harley came over. His mother is at her wit's end with him. She asked me if I wanted a boy and even offered to take one of my dogs if I'd take him, so you know she's desperate. I refused because I know that by the time I really got attached to the kid in that way in which you'd cheerfully die for him, she'd want him back. Actually, I would throw my body between his and a bus already. He's a fine young man and she knows it. He's just going through a stage of misbehavement (another made-up word) and it's driving her crazy. I understand. But golly, that kid is smart! We were feeding the goats next door with the invasive air potato vine which grows all over that part of the yard and he said to me, "Mary, those goats really like those vines!" I said, "Yes they certainly do!"
"Do you know that means?" he asked.
"What?"
"They are HERBIVORES!"
So the kid won't be four until next month, right?
And that's about it. I feel like instead of cooking a meal for you, I've just offered you some bits of tastes of whatever is leftover in the refrigerator. Sorry. Some days you just don't feel like cooking. Hopefully something's simmering on the back burner that I can dish out later on.
I have to go finish washing all of yesterday's dishes, take a walk, take a shower! and then get to town to see Owen because he called me last night and said, "Grandmother, I miss you. Please come and see me immediately!" and so I shall. When I was talking to Ms. Liola yesterday she said, "I know you spoil that boy," and I said, "Every chance I get." Which of course, it's hard to spoil a one-month old and since Lily won't let me nurse him I don't have too much to work with but I'll figure out something.
What day is today? Oh yes, Thursday.
Have a good one.
Love....Ms. Moon
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ReplyDeleteI KNEW you would not come over and use the shower. Damn woman! PLEASE come over next time your water is out... I promise I do clean every change of seasons, so you're in luck. (We thought fall was here a few weeks ago!)
Thanks for all the koodos for Harley. He sure does love his aunt Mary and all her crazy animals. He is feeling so much better today and is FINALLY behaving more like his normal self. Thank Buddha! So, we are all relieved for him and each other.
Have a wonderful time with Mr. Smiley boy and give him a big ole smooch from us.
xo m
I love Owen and I love you.
ReplyDeleteThe leftovers are just fine and dandy.
I'll take leftovers any time. I loved the note about the call from Owen ;-) That little boy knows which side his bread is buttered on!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Ms. Fleur- Too far to walk through the dark. Haha! But thank-you, honey, and I'm glad that Harley is feeling more himself.
ReplyDeleteMs. Bastard- Back. At. You!
Mary- That boy better know! Hey! I am loving that book! Thank-you!
Well I just figured out that I could take a picture with my MacBook so you are way ahead of me! The mammo went OK yesterday. I didn't have a panic attack and they didn't make me do an ultrasound afterward so that's a good sign. Now I'm hoping I won't get the dreaded "call back". Glad your water is back on. My Granny had one of those pumps and I used to love it!
ReplyDeletea tendency to pop and fly like a diaphragm lubed up with spermicide
ReplyDelete- and that is why I love you.
Tell Harley's mom that I always called it "the terrible twos" and the "fucking threes." Now four is just FABULOUS!
ReplyDeleteI routinely have moms at work ask me if I want some extra kids. I routinely respond "I have enough of my own, thanks."
ReplyDeleteHope your toe doesn't take too long to heal.
I broke my toe on a drunken incident once years ago, OUCH!!!
ReplyDeleteYou could try emailing the pictures from your phone to your email address, that way you don't have to mess with that ridiculously small card. I never take mine out of the phone anymore, I'm afraid Farty will eat it. He already ate the foam covers to my ipod earbuds.
And on that subject, if you're taking in naughty boys, I may overnight one to you.
Yep, I just text my pictures to my email address. Would that work for you? I put myself in as a contact, with just an email address, and use that to send picture texts to.
ReplyDeleteI have a big Halloween party to throw tomorrow and my costume idea just crapped out! Blerg!
B is always saying I need steel toe shoes because I walk barefoot all the time with the expected consequences...sigh.
ReplyDeleteGlad the water is back. We used to have one of those pumps at the ranch and we loved, loved, loved taking turns at pumping the water. It was crystal clear and always cold. We were in a fit with my late sisters when we came back one Summer and although the pump was still there, there was both electricity and running water now. The romance was gone, the place was never the same for us. I would love to have one of those myself today in the middle of the city. Water never tasted as good as that since.
Give the little pumpkin a hug and a kiss from the envious Grandmamawannabe. And thank you for being here Mary. You have comforted me in ways I doubt you could imagine.
I love your leftovers better than most gourmet meals, for real. Happy to hear the water is running again, too!
ReplyDeleteYou have a good day too and heal up fast pinky toe of Ms. Moons'! :)
ReplyDeleteI love love picturing you in the garden with Harley. He is so lucky to know you!
ReplyDeleteLeftovers or no, we eat them up with a smile on our faces.
ReplyDeleteOw to toe, and enjoy Owen time!
ReplyDeleteHarley sounds exactly like my kind of kid. I like 'em smart and rascally. So Petit Fleur, if he forgets his good nature again, just ship him to me in New Orleans for a bit. He'll come back knowing how to do all sorts of household chores (a kid's gotta earn his keep around here) and I'd expand his vocabulary even further (though there may be some colorful profanity thrown in there). Added bonus is that I live in the 'hood, so he'd learn valuable life skills like running for cover and ducking when he hears gunfire.
Thanks Elizabeth Maggie and Nola, for all the fun stuff you say about our Harley. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to meet all of you and tell you all about "how things work"!
ReplyDeleteNola, you sound like an auntie Mame sans the apt. on park ave! We may take you up on that offer someday.
Peace ya'll
ps Harley is a dragonfly for Halloween. Happy and safe Halloween everyone. bzzzzzzzzzz
i'm so sorry, mary moon. it's 9:09 p.m., and i have not yet told you that i love you.
ReplyDeletei love you.
Hi, I've missed you--sounds like I've also missed an eventful week of reading...no water, or showers?? Yikes.
ReplyDeleteI thought you might get a kick out of this...http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5868184
ReplyDeleteLois- I, too, hope that you do not get the dreaded, awful call-back. It's the wrong way to do these things- the person who reads the mammogram should be right there and read it while you're waiting. I swear- if they had an ounce of compassion, that's the way they'd do it.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm so glad you discovered Photo Booth which I think is one of the best things ever!
Mwa- That was my favorite part, too! Glad you liked it.
Elizabeth- I think four is a sweet age, too.
Michelle- Hey! You could have the pick of a lot of litters, I'm sure!
Rachel and DTG- Mr. Moon does not see the need for me to text.
And so I deal with the chip.
Allegra- I hate shoes, too! Well, I like them in theory, I just don't like to wear them.
Thank-you so much for saying what you said. It's hard for me to believe, but it's so nice to think it could be true.
I just wish I could make you WELL, sweet, sweet woman.
Kori- Ah, shucks.
Nicol- I'll tell my toe you said so.
Maggie May- I'm pretty lucky to know him, too. He's a swell kid.
Ginger- Ha!
Nola- We live in a sort of hood ourselves but mostly the gunfire comes from distant hunters. We always hope, anyway.
Can I ship myself there, though?
I'm very good at household chores.
Adrienne- I was beginning to wonder...
I love you, too.
SJ- We've missed you! Welcome back!
Ginger- Dang. You CAN find anything on Etsy, can't you? Lordamama. I don't really think I need any vulva pillows but if I ever do, I now know exactly where to find them.
Any time, Ms. Moon! You're always welcome, of course, and only children are forced into labor in my home. How about hopping one of those Amtraks now running past?
ReplyDeleteAnd Petit Fleur, I must admit that dragonflies are one of my very favorite creatures on the planet - I took a picture of the most amazing one today on my okra. Your Harley just gets better and better!
Oh gosh, how awful for you not to have a camera. I was laughing at you trying to take photos with your laptop (great job by the way). I right away thought, do I have an extra camera I can send her? I don't, but I feel like someone must.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about your toe.
My internet was down all day at work today and I realized I was feeling left out and sad that I couldn't check your blog. I think I have a bit of a crush. How did that happen? Oh well, it's harmless, as you are not a Lesbian, even though it seems I'm not the only one that thinks you'd make a hell of a one. Also, I am not sure if I'm a Lesbian anymore. So really, no time for me to be crushing on women!
And these are the things I don't talk about on my blog. So why am I telling you here?
I really just wanted to say thank you for the Emily Dickenson comment on my blog today. It was so perfect and made my day. You're right, she was a recluse and she didn't let that stop her.
Good reminder.
Thanks for being so sweet and present.
You are a wonder.
Nola- You never know, Lady. You never know.
ReplyDeleteBethany- I like to think this is secret-free zone, although of course it really isn't. We all have our secrets. I know I damn sure do. BUT- I think that yes, we can be more inclined to one sex or the other but ultimately, it is the PERSON we fall in love with. One never knows just who that person will be and one can be surprised at the gender of the people who steal our hearts if we are too locked into thinking of ourselves as one way or the other.
Well. That's what I think.
Besides, I just like women a lot and have fallen in love and gotten crushes on more than a few. These have always been nonsexual, but I think in any dear and wonderful friendship, there has to be an element of attraction of some sort. Don't you?
I'm glad my comment made you happy. It's true.
Thanks for all that. It made me eyes well up. The truth is, I don't know how to be in love. I've gotten all that stuff really mixed up and am trying to sort it now. I think I thought I was a Lesbian because I feel safe with women and feel that element of attraction, like you said, but it's not really sexual. I mean it can be. But I'm more naturally sexually attracted to men. Just scared to death of them. I don't have any sense of how to relate to them or begin to trust them. I've also lived the last 9 years of my life as a Lesbian. So this is all so confusing. This probably isn't the right place to be writing all this stuff, sorry! Thank you for this little space. Like you said, your blog feels so secret free, and open to dialog. It feels like some kind of portal to the truth. Thanks for letting me talk some stuff out. Means a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteI wish the leftovers in my refrigerator were as good as yours. You spoil that baby, it's your given right. I would be out of luck if I didn't have a camera, my Mac is a desktop. I can see it now, dragging cables behind me....... I barely know how to make calls with a cellphone, much less take photos. I'm pathetic.
ReplyDeleteWell I got the dreaded callback this morning and now I'm a basket case. To make matters worse they can't even see me again until next Wednesday. I think it should be against the law to torture someone in this manner. I am going to look at other options next time and see if there is a place here that does them and reads them right away.
ReplyDeleteBethany- I feel a great sense of humbleness that you feel so comfortable here. I love you for that. I think everyone has the right to love and be loved and feel safe and cherished in that love. You do too. YOU DO TOO! I hate to be trite, but have you gone to counseling? I want you to realize you deserve what everyone else does- the right to be happy. I would urge you to remember that above all things and see if there is some way you can attain it. You know you can always e-mail me, right?
ReplyDeleteSandra- Yeah, that would be hard with a desktop. Dang.
And you are so not pathetic.
Lois- Fuck! Well- here's another option- just quit getting the motherfuckers.
No. That's probably not a good idea although it's sort of what I'm doing these days.
There are, I believe, other technologies which are not as damn anxiety-producing. Of course, insurance probably won't pay for those. I always wonder why they just don't do the ultrasound first? I mean, if that's the way they really figure things out, why don't they start THERE? But I obviously am no expert on the matter.
But I am holding your hand, virtually, if not really, and I am CERTAIN all will be well. The waiting is the hardest part. Always.
Thanks MM. Yes, lots of therapy, since I turned 18 (39 now!) but only found someone who has actually helped me around 4 years ago. Intensive work. Twice a week for the past two years. But finally starting to feel better.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your dear response.
Bethany- Good. I was going to add "a therapist you can really work with" but I figured out would know that.
ReplyDeleteYou're a beautiful soul and I know that you will, someday, recognize your deserving to be loved and to love whomever you want to.
That is my prayer for you.
Sometimes, I'd be willing to ship one or all of my kids to you, but just as the packing tape was getting nice and attached, I'd be peeling it back off.
ReplyDelete*sighs*