Men And Other Things On My Mind

I came home from rehearsal to find my man on a tractor and a giant machine in my yard and branches everywhere and parts of trees down on the ground.
Also, Zeke in the backyard.
What the hell? I was only gone for three hours.
Right now Mr. Moon and our across-the-street-neighbor are chain-sawing in the dark.
This cannot be good.

Men are such different creatures than women. I have a Sunday and I think, "Maybe I'll make pancakes."
Mr. Moon has a Sunday and he thinks, "I'll rent a bucket truck and cut down that half a tree on the garage and go from there."

Then he calls Paul and off they go to rent a device that will lift them high up into the air so that they can cut things down and off and thank god Paul is a first-responder.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Zeke is here because Lily and Jason brought him and Owen out this afternoon but Owen, stunned by no nap and then falling asleep in the car and then waking up and wanting chicken nuggets, lost his shit and wanted to go HOME to eat his chicken nuggets and they had to leave in a swift manner in order to stop the bloody tears and they forgot Zeke.

Oh well.

Rehearsal went fine. No one yelled at me for not knowing my lines and although I know I am still too old for this part I really do like it and it's funny, the play, and I think we're going to make it work. Working with Jon is a joy and I can't really explain how I start to believe our characters so easily that I almost cry but I do. I'm not me when we're doing this stuff. I turn into someone else and hell, if that's not fun, what is? I get weary of being me sometimes. It's good to get a break.

Oh my lord. Those men. They keep cutting things and very heavy things keep hitting the ground and hitting something else and please, please, just do not let those things hit them. Men. We need them, we love them, we feed them, we adore them, we stand in bafflement at their actions, we roll our eyes, we kiss their eyelids, we paint OUR eyelids hoping they will notice (do they? ever?), we love them in white button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled up and Levi's and sometimes, when we just look at their hands, we swoon. They annoy us, they make us want to dance, they tickle our fancies and they till our gardens and they have no idea how much we love them when they hold a baby. They fascinate us and frustrate us in equal measure.

Eventually we realize that no, will never understand their needs but we can understand that they have them and that they are as real as ours and if we are lucky they come to realize the same thing about us. We come to realize that it is not us against them, it is not a matter of who is right and who is wrong. It is a matter of getting the chicken nuggets there on time.

Sometimes.

And although all of that is about the man-woman complexity, it could also be about any two humans who have pledged their troth. Or who are working their way down that path.

Because here's what we all need:

1. Acceptance for the person we truly are.
2. Love.

Can I get an amen?

An a-woman?

An answer to why they are running the tractor now in the dark?

Who knows?

Certainly not me.

Yours in bafflement and wonder...Ms. Moon