I've got the blues or maybe it's just the blahs and if you can't tell the difference, I guess it ain't so bad.
I'm in one of those "head-spaces" as we used to say back in the groovy days, where I am actually thinking that maybe if I had something new, all would be better.
New as in maybe a new outside sink where I could wash my hands, wash out chicken waterers, wash the dirt from vegetables. Not new as in a new piece of jewelry although come to think of it, that might cheer me up considerably.
Yesterday afternoon I thought about calling Mr. Moon and saying, (whining), "Bring me a present." But I did not because that would be torture for him and I do not want to torture Mr. Moon. He's too precious to torture. And telling someone to bring you a present is just so rude, also it's like a test- how well do you know me, how much do you love me? Etc.
If I had done that, he wouldn't have made it home until after midnight, having exhausted every aisle of every sort of store he could have found open, not knowing what to get, being in despair.
See- that's why I don't call Mr. Moon and say, "Bring me a present."
But mostly it's because I don't even know what would constitute a present that would wake me up, shake me up. Whatever that is, it probably isn't a thing you could buy.
I don't know. Maybe a miniature donkey would be nice.
See? I'm nuts. I don't even want a miniature donkey.
I feel like a petulant child. Entertain me. Make me smile. Drag me out of this bluesy blah place.
Well, shit. Not gonna happen. I guess I'll go put on my overalls and weed some beans. At the very least, I'll be happy when I'm done. This is something to shoot for and far more easily done than shooting for the moon although I have been known to lie on my back in the dirt in the dark and shoot that moon with my camera.
Happy Saturday, y'all.
What works for me to get out of Blahness is take my camera and go shoot... Or tell about it in my blog. You did one, see if the other option could help... Sending good vibes! Oh, a whole jar of candy might help too... though not really advisable!ReplyDelete
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Sometimes it does the body good to see or eat or receive something fresh and new. A pleasant surprise. Not necessarily expensive. Just a treat.ReplyDelete
We can be delighted just like the little kid you let pick out something at the dollar store.
I feel the same way, actually. I so need to "get away" or "have something good happen out of the ordinary" and I so don't want to do it myself. Sigh.ReplyDelete
I'm all in favor of the miniature donkey!ReplyDelete
Love you Mama.
Photocat- Thanks for the suggestions. Mostly, I'm just weeding. Candy? Ah. Not in the mood for sweet. Maybe a bacon and tomato sandwich.ReplyDelete
Jeannie- You are right.
Elizabeth- And isn't that just it? I know.
HoneyLuna- I think I should start with some new chickens. Maybe I should just to catch some of Caroline's that are always on my side of the fence and throw them in my coop. I love you and I miss you and I hope you're having a beautiful Saturday with your boy.
I've been feeling the same way. Except I've been dreaming about Paris or some other impossible jaunt.ReplyDelete
Maybe you're missing your Jessie.
Sorry you are blue... I think your idea of sweating it out is a good one.ReplyDelete
I never have known what shooting the moon is... I mean obviously I know what shooting A moon is, but if you know the meaning or origin, I wouldn't mind knowing.
Good day Ms. Moon. Hope those blahs go away. They're normal as we all know. I hate people that say they never get the blahs - they just cannot be normal and they just cannot appreciate the happy times as much as the rest of us do.ReplyDelete
I generally bring something home to my sweetie when I am away. She likes books so I pick up something that she may like. Happy Saturday.ReplyDelete
Angella- Paris? Hell, I'd be happy with Apalachicola. But Paris is most likely not this hot. And I do miss Jessie but it makes me happy to think of her in Asheville.ReplyDelete
Ms. Fleur- I think it just means to aim really high.
Jill- Too true.
Syd- Well you are a good husband.
I loved this post, the donkey part made me laugh out loud.ReplyDelete
I know just what you mean.
I love how you put into words the "bring me a present" feeling, and how you really can't even ask for it because it's from the bluesy nothing place.
You write so well.
You know and tell.
How lucky I feel to have found you.
I saw a sweet miniature donkey last christmas, and he was totally beating up his mama. He was all in his oats and kicking her, nasty little donkey baby! So cute, though, apart from the mama abuse.ReplyDelete
Hmm. Surprises. Stationary. Ice cream. Hand cream? Bath bombs. Stickers. Nice fruit. Bowls and boxes and things. These are things that would make me happy.
You and me both, Ms. Moon - chickenshit crazy and all unbalanced. I feel it too! (And I have missed you, being away from the internet too long again. You know I love you even when I'm off tending to my children, right?)ReplyDelete
Bethany- No. How lucky _I_ that you found me.ReplyDelete
Jo- I'm thinking rubies and emeralds. (Tee-hee.)
Mwa- Never a doubt, sweet girl. Never a doubt.
You could have phoned moi. Always, you can phone moi.ReplyDelete
I've been a bit like that too. The mild agoraphobia is extending to getting out of bed some mornings but I'm fine once I'm actually up.ReplyDelete
I know I could cheer you up! Phone our dear SB to make you laugh. Hope you had a good Saturday. Love you xx