Thursday, December 6, 2012

I'm home from rehearsal and it's so quiet here in Lloyd. It was a good rehearsal and I think the show is going to be fine. They need some folks to help serve meals before the show tomorrow and Saturday and I volunteered. Hell- why not? I'll get to see those lovely kitchen ladies that way and that's always fun.
I actually painted my nails today. Bright red. Again- why not? I keep looking at them, wondering whose hands these are. I actually did a very good job of it. Maybe the best of my life! That I did myself, anyway. It seems strange, however, that Mr. Moon isn't here to appreciate them. He does love it when I paint my nails. I have no idea why. He's never once encouraged me to wear make-up or complained about my overalls and the other day he actually thanked me for not wanting to get anything done to my face to make me look younger which generally turns out making people just look weirder and I thought that was incredibly sweet.

Of course, if he ends up leaving me for a thirty-two year old woman who wears a lot of make-up, I'm going to be really, REALLY pissed off.

And so it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut would say.

I'm heating up some quinoa and broccoli for my late-night supper and I have clean sheets. I am so lucky. I am quite possibly the luckiest woman in the world. Isn't it odd how when we think of those who are truly lucky we usually think of celebrities? Like, oh, Oprah. She's so lucky. Right? Hellfire, I wouldn't be Oprah if you paid me...whatever Oprah makes. She ain't got what I've got and she's worked like hell to get what she has and she can't go to Publix and chat with Judy while she's doing the demo meals. She probably has to wear a bra about 99% of the time and how can she even begin to furnish all those houses she owns and do you suppose she has to pack when she goes from one to another? Sure, I'm certain she has toothbrushes in every house but does she have her favorite pillows? Okay. She probably has The Perfect Pillows in every one of the houses she owns and decorators to furnish all those houses but still.
I'm the lucky one.

I might go buy a little Christmas tree tomorrow. Maybe.
We'll see.

The joy of it is- I can do that if I want to and I don't have to if I don't want to. I've got everything I need and I've got choices. Enough choices and not so many that I have to hire designers to make them for me.

I've got red fingernails, y'all. And a peaceful, quiet house. And quinoa and broccoli. And kids and grandkids and library books and camellias and chickens and I've even been to Florence, Italy and seen The David.

And maybe most importantly- I'm going through a period of time when I can appreciate all of that.

Sweet dreams.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Yay for happy times. Sweet dreams.

  2. Sweet dreams, Mrs. Moon.
    The other night I went to bed murmurring about how Lucky I felt to have clean sheets AND clean pajamas. Of course a naked man is always nice, too, don't you think?

  3. Yay! Glad you got beyond baffled and into the "Lucky ME!" zone.

    This warmed my cockles, thanks.

  4. Sounds like all is right with the world!

    And I agree. I wouldn't want to be rich and famous, not at all. Rich, maybe, but not famous.

  5. I'm glad you painted your toe nails. One fall, these 2 women started coming to the gym, and their husbands had set weight loss goals for them (WFT?!?!?). They worked out every day, and you could tell they hated it, but they also made it fun for each other and laughed a lot and sweated. And the husbands had promised pedicures if they met their goal by xmas. And they didn't. No pedicures for them. I thought that was the saddest thing ever.

  6. All those good things AND being able to appreciate them...a fine evening indeed!

  7. Jill- I slept very well. Thank-you.

    Denise- Depends on the naked man. Mostly.

    Ms. Fleur- I do have my grateful moments.

    Steve- Rich is good. But it's so relative. I think I am rich. But maybe richer would be okay too.

    Betsy- Damn! That is about the saddest thing ever. Jesus. Those poor women. They need some educatin'.

    Mama D- It was nice.

  8. Life is complicated enough with one house and a couple of boats. I can't imagine having more stuff to deal with a la Oprah.

  9. I LOVE painting my nails a funky color! Brightens up a girls' day!


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