Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Snorer

Yesterday I felt like those camellias above. Open as all get-out and sweet, pale baby pink topped off with the pollen of life and living, ready for some bee to come fly in and rub itself all over me, take my goodly essence out into the world.

Today I feel more like this.


It's the Japanese Magnolia, just opening and it's a dark plum color and it is holding itself shut against the drizzle coming down from the gray sky.

Yeah, well. We all have those days.

Part of my problem is the fact that although I was certain I had gotten off practically unscathed from this cold, it doesn't seem to be disappearing, which I could hardly expect it would. I mean- who gets a cold and is over it in three days? Okay, maybe you when you take a magic elixir but I'm not driving into town to buy any magic elixirs and I woke up with that icky dry mouth which you know means you slept with your mouth wide open all night long and you're glad your husband was out of town because he wouldn't have been able to stand the noise arising from your sleeping, slug-like form as you snored your way through your dreams. Which were pretty weird, by the way.

So my soup did not cure me and neither did yesterday's sunshine although it did make me happy.

And Owen's coming today which will make me happy too. And the rain is welcome- the garden needs it. And I am human which means I am not immune to the illnesses which can strike humans and better a cold than the flu and it will go away and I really don't feel so bad. Not so bad at all. Just because I can't breathe out of my nose doesn't mean I can't breathe. I announced yesterday in yoga that I couldn't breathe through my nose and my teacher asked if I'd like for us to do alternate nostril breathing.

"Um, no," I said, wondering how in hell I could do alternate nostril breathing if I couldn't breathe out of my nostrils at all.

Well, that's the way it goes and I think I'll go take a hot shower and see if that opens me up some, do some laundry, wash my yoga mat which is icky and eat something healthy for my breakfast. I've already taken the trash to the trash place and I've fed the chickens and the cats and my dogs and the dogs across the street which is somewhat depressing because every time I walk into that house I realize what a really clean house looks like and it isn't what mine looks like, believe me. Of course they have a man named Carl who comes and cleans for them and boy, if I had the money Carl would come and clean my house, too. That house is Spick and Span! as we used to say and I would lick their floor. Really. I would. Their floor is probably cleaner than my spoons are.

Well, there you go and at least I'm not a dominatrix and have to go put on something made out of the same material that yoga mats are made out of in order to earn my daily bread. No. I can just put on something old and soft, and entertaining Owen is pretty easy. All I have to do is tickle him and show him the chickens and do that lip vibrating thing and he smiles. God, I love that boy.

I may have a cold but I know I have the good life. And the Japanese Magnolias will open as the day and week progress and I probably will too.

Oh- and one more picture. I said I'd post one and I am. It's the Redbud which has a subtle flowering and looks a little bit like a ruddy pink cloud, settled in the tree. Here you go:


It's sort of like this post- not very dramatic but the flower I have to offer today and I give it freely and with love.

7 comments:

  1. The redbud is lovely, and a damn clean house is over-rated.

    Love you, Mary Moon. FEEL BETTER!!!

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  2. Thank you for sharing the Redbud.. oh but that Japanese Magnolia...wow! I have never seen that before..it is so lovely....that color is intense....

    Hope you are feeling better...I am sure Owen will give you plenty of smiles today and that will surely up your recovery.

    I admire you for trying to do yoga with a cold..I never could do it with a cold...I just got more stuffed up with those down dogs...

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  3. I want a man named Carl. If you had a man named Carl, it would be easier to start up your dominatrix building, because then you could make your clients lick the floor without them getting sick.

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  4. Sorry, Carl will always be a dog's name for me.

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  5. and that's why we love you.
    love the pink cloud and everything else. go easy and slow today.

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  6. Ms. Bastard- Love you, too, baby doll.

    Ellen- I did get more stuffed up. Oh well.

    Mwa- You are SO smart!

    DTG- I wouldn't tell Carl that if I were you.

    Bethany- Owen and I are just being sweet.

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  7. Every day is different, good in it's own way. For a bad day, this one was pretty. I love the color of your Japanese maples.

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