Saturday, May 21, 2011

Maybe En-Raptured



Well, Daddy didn't get a chance to catch any fish and he won't today either so we'll have to do like the regular folks and go buy some for May's birthday.
This cuts Mr. Moon's soul to the quick, and despite his usual quick grasp of the finances and costs of things, somehow fish he catches is free in his mind, no matter how much gas costs. He even claims not to like salmon or tuna because he can't catch those fish here. If he could, he'd love them.
I know that man of mine.

Jessie's home and is about to cook her daddy egg-in-a-hole for his breakfast. Take a piece of bread and butter it, cut out the center with a wineglass, set it in a frying pan or on a griddle, break an egg in the middle, cook the cut-out-holes, too.



We're down to four hens but are getting about three eggs a day which is plenty for us and those eggs aren't free any more than caught-fish but they feel like found riches. Funny how the human brain works when it comes to such things.

Here I am, doing my daily climb out of the pit of despair and if today's the Rapture I see no signs. I figure the bodies would be flying up out of the old cemetery I hear is in the swamp back of my house, guarded closely by snakes and mosquitoes. Would it be the bones that would fly or would the whole bodies be restored? Oh my. That old man who made that prophecy- have you seen him? I wouldn't trust him to know when the Walmart closes, much less when the world is about to end. Not for certain. Certainly not.

Humans. We want magic, we crave it, we have some deep-bone-need for it. Even if it means the end of the world as we know it.

Me? I'm more than happy with the magic of an egg from a hen's butt, perfect food and gorgeous in all ways, shape, color, and taste. Also, the magic of the girl who cooks it and the man who eats it, the man who magics the silvery flashing fish out of the magical waters of the magical planet on which we live.

16 comments:

  1. i was hoping more for zombies myself.


    xxalainaxx

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  2. Mrs. A- I believe they walk amongst us already.

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  3. i love your morning post.
    your perfect round heart that believes in the miracles of every day.

    have i told you how much i love you lately?
    oh yes, to the moon and back.

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  4. Oh my yes. This magical planet, this magical time and place. I am sure that after, we will remember this through all eternity and say to each other,'wasn't that a TRIP?'

    I was saying that very thing to my son at dinner last night as we talked about the upcoming rapture.

    The sweetness of every gorgeous minute of this thing we call life.

    And you, Ms. Moon, are awesome-ness itself.

    Thank you for all of this.

    -invisigal

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  5. It is a lovely morning here in California...and I am alive and walking...husband left to go on a hike with a friend and I to (try) and catch up on my blog friends blogs...

    Egg in a hole reminded me of being a teenager and fixing them for my daughter who loved eggs in the morning.

    I am behind..your dear chickens down to four? Ours our mighty unhappy at having to stay locked up..Mr/Mrs. Coyote is lurking in the grass that is so high on the hills.

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  6. My favorite line "I wouldn't trust him to know when the Walmart closes, much less when the world is about to end." Do you realize how sometimes your words are just awesome? Do you?

    I have a question about the egg-in-a-hole thing. Do you flip them over at some point to get the top of the bread toasted? I'm so going to try making those.

    wv=husse :)

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  7. damn..i missed the raptor..eh..rapture...maybe because i had nice fish:-)))

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  8. I think that one of the few things that come close to nearly being "free" would be the garden and its bounty. No rapture here either.

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  9. Jill: flip them and then lay a slice of cheese on top to melt as the bottom cooks. I eat mine with salsa.

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  10. Follow up....I meant..that I remembered egg in the hole as a teenager. I also enjoyed fixing them for my daughter years later as an adult....

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  11. magic from a hen's butt! that is my kind of magic.

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  12. dtg: thanks! Bringing cheese into the equation just multiplied their appeal :)

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  13. Those eggs look great. I'm going to make them for The Actor.

    No rapture here either, not that I thought for a second anything was going to happen.

    I get enough magic in my life and from reading your wonderful words.

    Love you xx

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  14. I am aghast at how easy it is to brainwash people. This whole rapture thing was such a joke! I cannot believe how many people fell for it. Just goes to show how ignorant people are and how easy it is to get some to do and believe what one wants. When I hear this, I am not surprised how the Holocaust happened, and how genocide is so rampant even in this day and age.

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  15. "I wouldn't trust him to know when the walmart closes"

    HAHAHAHA

    but eggs from my own chickens are rapture enough for me

    xoxoxo

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  16. Can I tell you how much I love the imagery of this:
    I figure the bodies would be flying up out of the old cemetery I hear is in the swamp back of my house, guarded closely by snakes and mosquitoes. Would it be the bones that would fly or would the whole bodies be restored?

    It could only happen in the South. That's why I love it. You are such a writer, Mary.

    I cleaned house on Saturday and listened to R.E.M.'s The End of the World as We Know it. I felt pretty fine, too.

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