Saturday, December 8, 2012

I Will Be Napping Today

The mist and fog this morning are like gray velvet curtains. I slept well but feel tired and a bit achy. Yesterday was pretty full for me and so there you go. I did go to town and was craving a salad and so went and bought myself one. I got dressed in regular clothes and went into a restaurant all by myself and ordered a Salad Nicoise and iced tea and ate every morsel. It was lovely. I read the new New Yorker and eavesdropped on surrounding diners' conversations.
People have a lot of health problems. This is what you learn when you eavesdrop.
Then I attempted to do a little Christmas shopping. Oh god. It was awful.
I managed to buy a sweet little Norfolk Island pine in a pot and I think I'll set that up today. I bought two small strings of lights for it and that's going to be overkill. After Christmas, I'll give it to Lily to plant in her yard. My yard doesn't have room for one more tree and that's just the truth.

The Opera House was bustling. We sold more tickets to the shows than I thought we would (I am the eternal pessimist) and I helped serve plates and tables. I told one man that we would not be starting the show until he ate his vegetables. Haha! I ate another plate of salad in the kitchen. I can't seem to get enough salad these days. But I don't want salad I make. I want salad that someone else makes. This craving started when a friend of mine who is in Rome sent me this picture.

Now I could make that salad if I knew what sort of rawish looking whatever protein that is on top and had whatever sort of fabulous shaved cheese that is. I mean, I have a garden full of arugula right now. But doesn't that salad just look like the perfect thing to eat? And you know that bread is good. And it's in ROME!
Oh my goodness. 
Anyway, yeah, I ate two salads yesterday and the one I snarfed in the kitchen at the Opera House was the best one because it was covered in Denise's vinaigrette which I would drink straight from the container if I could get away with. I've tried to snort it but that's not as satisfying as you'd think. Maybe I'll take a syringe tonight and just mainline it. That would save time.

The show went well. It's a relatively short program which is always a good thing if you ask me. We have three darling little girls who have parts, mostly singing, and they are the definite high-point of the show. You just can't help but giggle and smile when they're up there, so earnestly singing away. To tell you the honest truth, most of my time onstage is spent knitting. I have the occasional sound effect but not very many. The hardest part for me is sitting that long although we can get up and walk around, which I do. My big moment comes when I break a glass in a bucket by throwing a rock on it and the damn glass didn't even break last night but it sounded okay. You'd be surprised how hard it can be to break a glass in a bucket and the rock I'm using is a big ol' chunky mother of a rock. I'll use a thinner glass tonight. 
As I keep trying to remember, I am NOT a Foley artist, I am an actor PLAYING a Foley artist. Big difference. 

So anyway, that was that and I took off my heels and gathered my things and came on home and drank a beer and was suddenly hit by a fatigue so profound that I had to force myself to heat up some leftover chicken and pasta and I didn't even wash the dish but left it in the sink and washed the make-up off my face and brushed my teeth and felt as if I'd just paved forty miles of road and fell in the bed. 

And here I am and it's quiet and the fog is still dense

and I need to clean out the henhouse and go upstairs and find the few Christmas decorations I do want to put up and that's it. That's all I have to do today until tonight when I'll put on my make up and braid my hair and pin it up on my head and and slip on the dress that I wear (which is the same dress I wore in the first play I was ever in at the Opera House) and drive back to Monticello and terrorize the diners by telling them they have to eat their vegetables and maybe I'll get some more salad and I'll hopefully break a glass in a bucket and ring a bell and so forth and then another year's radio plays will be over. 

Good morning from Lloyd, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. If you haven't already, go over to Elizabeth's place and see what she posted this morning. Please. Okay. Good. 


  1. The velvety curtains are drawn here in Atlanta, too. And it's quite lovely. I'm heading out to enjoy it because I'm inspired by such gloomy beauty. Enjoy your rest.

  2. Our coast is blanketed in fog, too, this morning. It's very peaceful. Thanks for the link --

  3. I sometimes wish I had an Opera House to be a part of. It sounds like the very best and highest definition of community, spanning kitchen and stage.

  4. we've been having foggy mornings here and today I am working at the antique store and the square is so quiet and empty I'll be surprised if anyone comes in. that's OK as I brought a bucket of pecans to shell.

  5. NE Ohio is blanketed in fog that started rising up in the fields last night.
    Christmas was my girls' doing all the years I was raising them. They used the Norfolk Island pine for the tree. I never planted it outdoors.

  6. SO with you on the salad thing. Food in general. Usually mine is best, but right now not so much.

    Could you give me some southern gardening advice? My house is surrounded by chain link fence and I'd like to have something growing up against it. Bourgainvillea takes up too much space. I want something not invasive but able to spread (um, isn't that the definition of invasive? Hm - well, I mean not invasive like kudzu). Right now I'm battling catsclaw because my neighbors' yard is just debris and it appears they actually planted catsclaw. BAH.

    Any ideas of something good, and/or something to avoid?


  7. Nancy- The sun is out here now and it almost feels invasive. Is that weird?

    Elizabeth- No. Thank YOU.

    Ellen Abbott- What in the world are you going to do with all of your pecans? Freeze them? It would be lovely to have a freezer full of pecans.

    Joanne- You know, that's a good idea. Just keep it in a pot and reuse over the years. I may do that!

    NOLA- Confederate jasmine? You do have to trim it but it grows very, very well and it stays green all winter and blooms like crazy for a month or so in early summer. I think. I can never remember. Anyway, get you a small plant for every oh, ten or so feet of fence. No closer than that! And it depends on your patience level. It sure will spread. But not to the point of insanity.

  8. I too want salads made by someone else!!

  9. Perfect idea! Thank you! (Though, I may call it "star jasmine," what with being a Yankee and all.)

  10. Norfolk pines have been my Christmas trees for over 30 years. I keep them in a pot until they're too big to bring in, then plant them. It usually takes about ten years for my house, but yours could probably go 15 or more with your beautiful high ceilings!

  11. I guess I've been on the same craving salad thing but since I wasn't able to find a decent salad in this town, I started making my own. The arugula is so delicious right now!

  12. I was out on a tow tonight and it was foggy here as well. It's been unusually warm as well. Things are so busy right now. It's hard to find time to do too much extra.

  13. Jo- I don't know why but other people's salads are the best.

    NOLA- I honestly thought they were two different things but I see they are not. Well, whatever.

    Lulumarie- Why am I so slow to catch on to shit?

    Rubye Jack- It's the easiest thing in the world to grow.

    Syd- And yet, I still seem to waste so much time.

  14. The idea of a salad in Rome sounds pretty great to me too! I love arugula. The British call it rocket, which cracks me up.

  15. I'd be inclined to use a real tree if I could plant it afterwards. Sadly, the ground is frozen and covered in snow, so it's artificial, the tree. And dusty.


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