And oh yeah, buttermilk is in there too.
I'm moving slow today. I had so much fun last night. I swear, it takes a damn atom bomb to get me out of the house on an evening but last night I went to Monticello and walked into the back door of the kitchen and before I knew it I was hugging beautiful ladies and snipping basil into vats of tomato and hauling trays and filling water glasses and sprinkling dried parsley with abandon onto plates. It occurred to me as I was cleaning up the tables after the diners had gone upstairs to watch the show that the happiest hours of my life in elementary school were the ones I spent working in the cafeteria and maybe I should have just become a food worker.
After the tables were all cleared and I'd told my good-byes to the women I'd shared my evening with, I went upstairs myself and I tell you what- the Stage Company's performance of The Mouse Trap was nothing short of wonderful. I truly and really enjoyed every moment of it. I went backstage during intermission and collected hugs and gave hugs. I didn't have one moment of regret that I hadn't been part of the performance. For some reason I just don't have the motivation right now to do that sort of work because it IS work. And it's stress and it's pressure and yes, it's a beautiful and creative joy as well, but it was lovely to just sit in the audience and enjoy the fruits of others' labors.
And as a bonus to the evening, Kathleen showed up with her man, the man she just traveled across the whole United States with on the back of his Harley, from Lamont, Florida to the Pacific Northwest and back and she looked amazing and happy.
So yes, it was a wonderful evening but today I am stiff and sore (I weeded for a few hours before I went to the Opera House to sling trays) so I am moving slowly but who cares? I'm going to town to go to the grocery store with Lily and the boys and I've got sheets in the washing machine and Mr. Moon is working on the deck today between the house and my office as he did yesterday.
He pronounced the pancakes "maybe my favorite ever," which he does most Sundays and it's just been a good weekend.
Since it's Sunday I will say that I just listened to a thing on NPR about Scientology and it seems like that may be the most advanced religion of all in that it directly charges you money to control your mind in ever and ever more bizarre ways. Plus, I'm not sure that god is even involved. I'll just offer my own opinion and say that I think god is involved in work and in women who work together. Women will notice your earrings and they will ask about your grandchildren and they will laugh as they do the holy work of feeding people and then cleaning up. They will set aside the salad that people didn't eat for you to take home to your chickens and they will hug you like crazy when you say hello and when you leave. They will make your soul at ease.
And thus, my soul IS at ease today.
Now to go shop for food and kiss babies. I wanted to put up a video of Springsteen doing I'll Work For Your Love but I can't find one I like very much and yet, somehow I love them all so here's the lyrics and if you want to hear the song, just go find it. Any version will do. I think I've actually done a whole post around this song before but hell, after ten gozillion posts I get to repeat myself plus I'm old and that's what old people do, repeat themselves.
There are only so many stories, y'all.
Here's the words to one of them. Have a good Sunday, whether you are working at something for love or resting from work you've already done and are about to, no doubt, do again.
"I'll Work For Your Love"