Sunday, April 18, 2010

Another Sunday



Sunday morning and the Church of the Batshit Crazy is not having services this day and the reason for this is that the Mistress of TCOTBSC is not in the mood.

If there were tenets in this church (which there are not and guess what? it's not really a church, either), it would be that if Ms. Moon is not in the mood to hold services, services will not be held.
You may adopt that same policy wherever it is that you preside over a branch of the church. Remember that.

Although yesterday was a lovely day in many aspects, I had to wear a bra for hours on end, had to try to remember how to be a social being (lovely to meet you!), and well, that's fucking enough to put Ms. Moon in a weird mood and wishing desperately to put on her overalls and go weed something. Which is what I'll be doing here in a moment and that, I suppose, is actually what Sunday services here consist of so not only am I in a weird mood, I'm a liar too.
Look. I just make this shit up as I go.

Obviously.

But it WAS a nice day in Monticello. And I did get to see not only people I would rather have not seen (and the older I get, the more of these people there seem to be), but people I adore and some good music too.
Here are some pictures and believe me, you'd just as soon not have too many words of mine to go with them today.
There would be more pictures but I am a bit shy about flashing the camera around in public places.

Two of the people I adore. Shayla and Waylon. Daddy B had to work.


Random kid in touch with his monkey roots.

Lis, Gabe and Lon. And a guy's head that I should have taken out of the picture. I'm too lazy.
Lis made me cry when she sang "Time."
She made Jan cry too.
Speaking of Jan, here's a picture I boldly took of the lovers' hands.

They came over after the festival as did Lon and Lis and some of the "young people" as I call the kids Jessie knows. Jack got the tour of my house and as he walked around he said, "Mary, I understand your feelings about organized religion but WHY do you have all these pictures of the Virgin?"
We were in my bathroom where some of my favorite Virgin pictures are hung.
"Oh. Don't even try to figure it out," I told him, and then pointed out my pictures of Bill Murray which are also in the bathroom.
It's a big bathroom.
"I think you're a secret Catholic," he said.
Ha! Jack knows better than that. He spent thirty-something years working with the mentally ill. Need I say more?

The County Courthouse in the light of the setting sun.

It was, as I said, a good day. And when we got back to the house, I heated up the dinner I'd made for Mr. Moon's arrival- the one he did not make on Friday night- and we sat around the table and shared it. It felt like a small miracle and somehow magic that I had this entire venison
sirloin with potatoes and carrots and mushrooms and pot gravy all ready to heat up and serve.
And whenever I sit down at a table with people I love, it always seems like a holy service.
So I suppose that was our Church Ritual for the week.

And Mr. Moon is home and I am glad.


So is his dog. Buster. Who worships Mr. Moon like a god. As well he should.

And now I'm off to weed and perhaps transplant and try to figure out what it was I bought yesterday at the plant sale and have in pots and I will plant those things too.

And there are clothes to hang on the line and Jessie is here playing mandolin and it is Sunday, a hard day for me sometimes, but at least I do not have to put on a bra.
At least I do not have to try to remember how to be social.

And for all of that and so much more we here at the Church of the Batshit Crazy give profound and deep thanks.

Have a good Sunday, y'all, and may you be open to any and all miracles (like this one?) and may you take them into your heart, ponder them, and be thankful as well. But mostly what I would wish for you is that you do not have to wear a bra if you do not want to.

Amen.

23 comments:

  1. Hahaha, probably just because you said it, but I had to look really hard for the head in the picture.

    Sigh.

    Lovely pictures!

    Your miracle dinner reminds me of how I can never really taste my Christmas dinner, as my stress/performance anxiety/ exhaustion levels are too high.

    But next day we reheat everything, roast a few more potatoes and it's fucking perfect.

    We should learn from this!

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  2. Does a sports bra count? I'm about to go to my softball game, which I'm not really in the mood for either. But! Off I go. Have a good day weeding things.

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  3. The hands photo is a miracle for your friends.

    Hope you have a perfect Sunday, especially with your Mr. Moon home.

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  4. I love attending your church, and not just on Sundays! In my whole life I've never heard sermons as good for the soul as yours are.

    "Time" by Lis always makes me cry, a beautiful cry ~ I believe it should be the World Anthem.

    Great photo of Mr. Moon and Buster!

    Love you, Mary Moon ~ happy weeding!

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  5. I'm off to do some braless weeding of my own, so Happy Sunday to you too! Mr. Moon looks happy to be back home with a miracle dinner at the ready, well done.
    I loved the hands photo too, says it all.
    One big day out and about and I need to hibernate for a week too. Small talk makes me exhausted.
    Hope you have a great day at home.

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  6. Bra talk...every woman has a love / hate relationship with bras and boobs! I went through a very long extended time of the no bra wearing. I have photos of my chilly nips in family albums that I can laugh at and I know I teased some guys in high school with my no bra and gauze tops of the 1970's. I didn't go back to a bra till I was breastfeeding my first babe and then it felt odd and ugly those nursing bras. So glad when I dumped those horrible things!

    Jump forward when I found the Victoria Secret IPEX bra that made me look like my boobs have a bit of puff where the years of nursing and age have flattened what little I had! Laying down I could pass for a boy...but being small breasted they stay where they should and (hehehe!) point in the front direction! No underwire and I don't even think I have a bra on...most of the time.

    Enjoy and make the most of your day doing just what you want...let the rest slip away....

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  7. Loved the tall plam trees in the background in the photo of Waylon and his mom.......Makes me homesick for a place I've never lived. Just vacationed.

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  8. Jo- It's always that way with big feastmeals around here, too. I never want to eat right after I have cooked one.

    SJ- Hell yes! Sports bras count. But if you don't mind wearing it, it doesn't matter in the least.

    Deb- It is a nice day. Thank-you.

    Lulumarie- I agree with you on "Time," for sure.
    Thank-you sweetie. I love you too and hope you have a good Sunday.

    Mel- Again- menopause related? What is wrong with us? Okay. Maybe nothing.

    Syd- You're a swell guy! You may join our church. If you want. Because it's not really a church.

    Ellen- I wish I had smaller breasts. And they certainly are not ginormous. I must check that bra out.

    Rebecca- There are some very nice palm trees planted around the Opera House. I love palm trees. I have planted a bunch here.

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  9. love that pic of Mr Moon and Buster. Love love love it.
    Glad you're having a free Sunday.

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  10. oh i loved the hand holding pic too. it made my heart ache.

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  11. Oh Ms Moon-

    You made my day. As you frequently do. You helped me take a deep breath and laugh and feel light.

    Again

    Love,
    Michelle

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  12. I hope it's been a good Sunday for you. Sounds like it was setting itself up to be!

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  13. I wish that I'd turned on my computer earlier today and read your sermon for this Sunday.

    Happy belated Sunday, to you.

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  14. Bethany- Sweetness, huh?

    Michelle- And those words help me. Thank-you.

    Jill- Well. At least I didn't have to wear a bra.

    Elizabeth- And happy early Monday to you, dear.

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  15. As to why the pictures of the virgin, check out
    http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/18/opinion/18kristof.html
    Love, L7

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  16. ready for some shameless event promotion?
    Come out Saturday to the Blues Club for more music, fun, hand-holdin', and more music! get your tickets at www.earthdayjam.org

    Thanks Ms. Moon for letting me advertise.

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  17. I HATE bras, too. They suck ass. Torture devices for women.

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  18. Hey mamamama, just wanted to say I'm glad you got to weed and relax on Sunday. I hit the flea and it was hoppin'.

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  19. It looks like you had a fun time even if you had to wear a bra.
    Isn't sharing a meal with loved ones one of the best experiences in life?

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  20. Ms. Moon - this made me smile. I spent most of Sunday working in the garden, without a bra. Which is very unusual for me. (The bra thing, not the gardening thing.) And I thought of you A LOT. Isn't that the funniest thing?

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  21. L7- This will most certainly be the basis of a post soon to come. Thank-you, love.

    Mags- No problem. Do I get a free ticket?

    Ms. Bastard-Beloved- When you come visit, we will not wear bras.

    DTG- Did you get anything?

    Angie M- Yes. Especially THESE people.

    Mwa- Same-same. Love you, dear.

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  22. I did, I got a pair of hundred dollar shoes for $7, brand new. Didn't fit me, but a friend is mighty happy to have them.

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  23. And I love you as well. Isn't that amazing? I love the internet. I love gardening without a bra. And I love you.

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