I admit it. I'm an idiot. The camera has risen again (try that one, Lazarus!) but then today I bumped it. Gently. Okay, not so gently and now it's giving me this message. Card Setup. Reformat. Etc.Sure, sure I could go read the damn manual but really- I DON'T WANT TO!
Shit.
I feel like my head is exploding. For no reason whatsoever. It's not like I have a boss breathing down my neck demanding that the Johnson contract be on his desk by four-thirty this afternoon.
We're doing the radio play tonight and I need to be quiet and focused. But like my camera, my brain seems to want me to reformat the card. I wish.
Reformat?
Please. I beg of you.
Okay, okay. I reformatted the card on the camera. Here's proof:
That's a picture in my dining room of a Frida Kahlo print which my friend Kerry gave me with a vase of rooting firespike and my grandfather's old dresser lamps. And the frame that the picture is vaguely in? Mr. Moon found it down at the dump. How cool is that? At the dump place (depot?) in Lloyd, people set things they think others might be able to use right next to where you throw your trash. Isn't that nice? We all do it. You never know what you might find.
Anyway, back to my head exploding. I think part of the problem is technology. I love technology. Well, I love my MacBook. But I fear it's going to just completely quit on me in about two months because that's when the Apple Care Protection Plan runs out. We all know how these things work. But get this- last night Ms. Sarcastic Bastard and I actually talked on the phone for about an hour and a half and it was so much fun. And I never would have met her if not for the blog world. Ever. She lives in Buttfuck, Ohio and I live in Buttfuck, Florida. Never our twains would have met! And listen- don't let her tough-guy, wool-fetish, motherfucking language fool you- she is a sweet, darling woman who sounds as if she is about twelve years old and besides that, she's a genius, but if you read her blog, you already know that.
Okay. So I love the blog world.
But I have eleven unread blogs in my google reader right now and I haven't answered all my comments and my floors need sweeping and I am going to town in a while to go with Lily to the pediatrician because Owen has not been gaining weight and she's been working on it and supplementing breast feeding with some formula because she's been nursing him about eighteen hours a day, with love and patience and that just hasn't been enough. So that's a worry because I want my grandson to be a fat little chunk and he's not. I'm sure he's going to be fine and I am now realizing that my ability to breast feed was just handed to me like a miracle and it's not that easy for everyone else. Phew! So there's all of that and I'm a tiny bit worried about Betty, though not in the same way. I painted her head again this morning and it looks better and she laid an egg, so I suppose she's not at death's door. If all else fails, I am going to give her to Kathleen to try to incorporate into one of her little chicken communities. I would hate to give her up but I really couldn't stand to see her die at the beak of Sam.
So I'm thinking of all of these things and the WEDDING next weekend and how I need panty hose for tonight (dang!) and I should paint my fingernails for the play and my head feels like it's full of those little minnows they use to bite the dead skin off ladies' feet in fancy spas in Japan. They're all just swimming around inside my head, biting off pieces of neurological pathways, busy, busy, busy and yoga did not help. My teacher obviously has those tiny fish in her head, too, and she was as scattered as I am. It didn't help that we discussed politics AND religion during class.
And here it is noon and the day is half over. And I haven't even posted this. And I should go on a walk and see if that helps to reformat my brain and look- if I don't comment on your blog today and if I don't answer your comments on MY blog, please forgive me. It's these fish. And the chickens. And the floors. And the grandson. And the panty hose. And the world-peace issue. I don't know. I don't know.
Nibble, nibble, nibble.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love....Ms. (Batshit Crazy Brain-Fish) Moon
The minnows woke me up this morning about 3:00 a.m. and kept me awake until 3:40 when I asked Nancy, Please, sweetheart, lullaby time. And I was zonked out again in about 30 seconds :)
ReplyDeleteHugs!
I fucking hate panty hose. I want to try that fishy pedicure. Owen will be fine with love and care and patience. Have a good time tonight!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm stunning into silence by the fish nibbling dead skin thing. EeEEEWe!
ReplyDeleteBreath and blow it out 3 times in a row, and just focus on what is in front of you... and feel better darlin.
The soup is heavenly. Just what I needed. Thank you!
xo pf
I really like your Grandfather's old dresser lamps. If my camera did that, I'd have to take it over to my son-in-law to figure out. I never read those manuals!
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon I hope the walk will help clear your thoughts. Sometimes that works for me. Sometimes just breathing the outside air helps, but that's me.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Love the "collection" you have in the photo. I like putting old and new together with sacred personal objects and odd trash finds.
You don't have to answer all your comments! I keep telling you...
ReplyDeleteI just hunted everywhere for the chocolate I brought home for the kids to have with their dvd. Took me about 10 minutes of sweeps of the kitchen (including fridge, freezer and oven) til I finally had a flash of inspiration and found it in the breadbin.
I blame all this talk of mini-ssantigos, I'm distracted...
Ps. Fish are brain food, not brain nibblers.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you need fish oil? Omega etc. Udo's Oil, does good things to your brain and balances your hormones while it's at it! And it doesn't even have fish in it.
Nom nom nom
ReplyDeleteGood luck tonight! I love you.
So you said "Japan" and that reminded me of Asia, which made me think of China. Like how I think?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, when I thought of China I thought of an article I read in the newspaper today that disgusted me. It horrified me. It really tears me apart inside and makes me want to give the money that I do not have to the poor girls in China who find themselves pregnant without a permit, or who have already given birth.
The story told of a woman who was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night and her unborn baby was basically aborted. There is a forum that doctors in China communicate on about what to do to the babies born still alive. They talked of different ways to kill them. Babies at 8 months gestiation were born breathing and doing just fine!! The doctors were talking about how just before delivery they should have injected something in the brain. They talked about how some of the babies were just THROWN IN THE TRASH and probably LIVED FOR TWO DAYS!!!
This makes me bawl like a big ole baby. What is wrong with these people~!?????
Sorry for the rant, but I think I'm going to post this on my blog.
We have "big trash day" here. People are always moving in and out -- elections, had enough, etc., and poof, another bunch of people have gone back home. So big trash day is never really about trash. People drive trucks around to pick up "new" furnishings, grills, back yard things. I got lots of abandoned pots last time, for next spring's garden.
ReplyDeleteAnd my son for a few years went to school with rich folks. One of them would put together a garage sale every year as a fundraiser. She got lots of things from her friends. I would help so I could get dibs and made out like a bandit. Beautiful wooden benches, marble lamps for $5, donated because the interior designer had decided it was time for an update throughout the ENTIRE HOUSE!
The rich people were fun. I still have big trash day though!
I need some of those fish; my feet? Gross. Too many months of wearing sandals or no shoes, and now it's cold, and I have to wear socks AND shoes, and my poor feet hate it.
ReplyDeletePoor Lily, poor Owen...I hope there is a lactation conscultant there, becuase pediatricians make me nervous; they'll be all"Oh, you better supplement" and then OWen will learn that sucking from a bottle is so easy and next thing you know nursing is over. Mother's Milk Tea, lots of water, sleeping when possible, CO-SLEEPING; those all helped MY owen. And I worked full time and nursed for 15 months. So it CAN be done, I just hope Lily doesn't cave.
I absolutely love the whimsical artistic touches you have. They're absolutely awesome, and I'm quite jealous.
ReplyDeleteHi, Ms. Moon. My name is The Dish. I wandered over from Gingermagnolia and SB's pages. I wanted to say hello! So, hello.
ReplyDeleteHave a great time tonight. You are in Florida, who needs pantyhose in Florida?
Happy scatterbrained Friday to you, Ms. Moon. Hope you have a good time snuggling Owen!
ReplyDeleteWell what the hell were you doing discussing politics and religion at YOGA class??! Yoga is sposed to be relaxing, and we all know that religion and politics discussions are ANYthing but relaxing. Not for me anyway. And I am pretty sure not so much for you, either.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya re: the breastfeeding. I too have been very blessed in the ease of which it happens for me; although with baby C sleeping through the night already (unlike his big brother)and me going back to work, I am starting to see a little issue with supply, but nothing I don't think I can't nip in the butt right quick.
I hope all went well at the ped, and I hope that there was a lactation consultant available and they are able to work out a plan to help get them on the right track. And yeah, alot of peds are all "Ya better supplement' when actually that is the worst thing...I just hope it all works out for them. It IS a lot of work, but so worth it. I am sending lots of good breastfeeding vibes and energy their way.
Re the supplementing issue, my son was so unhappy at 4 months at night, screaming, I decided he needed a bottle. Just at night. Before he had been strictly breast fed. He also was one of those who wanted to eat all the time.
ReplyDeleteHe was very happy with the formula. So much so that at 7 months he weaned himself. Just would not take the breast at all anymore, wanted that bottle. I tried to keep pumping but without baby's "help" I was no longer able to do it. And then it was all over.
Two weeks later my baby had a raging double ear infection. I wish I had seen a lactation expert both times. When he was crying at night so much, seeming hungry. And also when he was refusing to breastfeed.
I just thought it would be so simple and easy to give him a bottle at night, be easier on all of us. And then when he wasn't breastfeeding at all, I thought, well it's over.
For what it's worth. But, and this is a very strong "but" here, this is strictly up to her and nobody else. Of course. You know that.
All bests to you. Grandmothering is hard along with the wonderful, too, I bet.
Mary- Well I had no one to lullaby me. Actually, I slept fine. But you're lucky to have someone to sing to you in the darknest part of the night. That is precious.
ReplyDeleteSteph- Thank-you, honey.
Petit Fleur- Need more soup?
Lois- I blundered my way through. Bah!
Kyle- Well, you would love my house which is, to say the least, eclectic.
Ms. Jo- I religiously take my fish oils. I do.
Am I wrong to call you Ms. Jo?
And by the way- I thought the same thing you did about the mini Santiago.
We're so bad.
DTG- Thank-you, darling son.
Rebecca- I read that. And the suicide rate of women in China is like five times anywhere else. I wonder why. This is so hideously wrong.
Glimmer- Sounds like fun!
Kori- Lily is doing all of that. She's working very hard to do what she should. And my feet need those fish, too.
Marsha- My husband calls it clown decorating. But I think he's come to like it.
Dish- Hello! Welcome! I need panty hose for the costume I'm wearing tonight. Plus, it does get chilly here. This is NORTH Florida.
Ginger- I did.
Justme- Well, it's only me and the yoga teacher and frankly, I think we're both socially starved.
And Lily is working very hard to get this right.
Glimmer- I know. But I also know stories of people whose children took both breast and bottle. We have to do what's best for Owen and I am certain we will figure this one out.
good luck with the play..break your neck and leg as we say in europe to wish one luck :-))) i know it sounds different but its meant really nice:-)
ReplyDeleteMs Moon.. Did you bring ANOTHER container of soup? Or did you bring 2 yesterday and I missed one? We had more tonight. Yummy! I cracked up when I saw the other yogurt container. :-p
ReplyDeleteThanks!
pf
We ARE so bad!
ReplyDeleteI don't know what the Ms signifies? In school, I'd be a Ms, even though all the kids say Miss, really.
The fun thing about your posts is that everyone sees something in them. I saw the picture at top and couldn't get past the rooting firespike part. All you have to do is put a clipping in water?
ReplyDeleteOur winters may be too cold here or the climate too dry but I'd love to have some. If all I have to do is put a clipping in water, I'll take a snip at the nursery next spring. When it's grown enough to plant I'll name it Mrs. Moon. I know it will grow then.
Maybe get an image of fishies in schools, how they weave and flow in sync. They're like a living curtain, a shiny shawl. Maybe just the idea that your mind is like that beautiful flow will be calming.
Silly you and the minnows. You always make me think and smile.
ReplyDeleteYou had me forgetting to breathe at the end when I was reading the busy, busy stuff.
Go easy. All is well.
Danielle- Thank-you! We say "break a leg" over here. Break a neck sounds more dire, doesn't it? But it's bad luck to say "good luck" so there you go. Theater people are insane.
ReplyDeleteMs. Fleur- No. I brought two yesterday.
Jo- Well hell! What else were we supposed to think? Ms. is just a title which doesn't signify a marital state like Mrs. or Miss. I just like it.
Kathleen Scott- Yep. I just cut them before they freeze back and let them sit in water all winter. They root like crazy and then in the spring I plant them. They are very hardy.
I saw some birds today who were flying in that parabola pattern like the fish you describe. I know exactly what you mean- a group of individuals, all with one mind and motion. Beautiful.
Bethany- I love to make you smile. I do. And yes, all is well.
Thanks for your kind words. I feel like a celebrity, being mentioned in your blog.
ReplyDeleteLove you,
SB
Ms. Bastard- You ARE a celebrity.
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