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No. I did not get that picture from Southern Living Magazine. That is where the wedding is going to be held. Mr. Moon and I have actually spent the night in that house. It was almost three years ago and I wrote about it here.
That was a great trip. I look back on it and I wonder who in the hell that was, that woman who was just turning fifty-six. I was so YOUNG then. Haha. No. Really. Also, reading back in those old posts, I think I was a better writer then. I think I was a better human being then. To tell you the truth. Here's another link to a different post from that trip which describes Helen, Georgia, which was quite seriously the weirdest place I've ever been. It's a pretty funny post because of the condom wrapper we found on the Bible. And the pork leg. Okay, just go read it if you want to.
Anyway, I'm not feeling quite as crazy this morning. I think I used up a lot of my crazy last night when I was supposed to be sleeping. I laid there and made plans to do things before we left today like clean out my closet and try on the heavily sequined dress I bought as a costume a few years ago. Look- any thoughts you may have between the hours of 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. are, by very definition, insane.
I better go. That closet isn't going to clean itself.
I'll be posting from the road most likely, although there is that thing going on where my Blogger app tells me I can't post anymore pictures. Anyone have a fix for that? What the hell good are posts-from-the-road if you can't post pictures?
Oh. I should point out that it's Good Friday, the Day They Crucified Our Lord. Someone on Facebook just posted the lyrics to one of the traditional Good Friday Church songs.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord,
were you there when they nailed Him to a tree,
were you there when they laid Him in the tomb,
Oh....sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble....
I had to laugh because I have a memory of that very song being sung at church by a massively bosomed soprano when I was a little girl and my brother, who was maybe five years old, was so taken by her quivering voice and her quivering bosom that he made his way to the front of the church and just stared up at her, open-mouthed. Meanwhile, I, being two years older, couldn't get the image of poor Jesus being nailed to a tree out of my head. I have always been strange.
Good God.
Good Friday.
I hope.
Love...Ms. Moon
I think I was like your brother, very taken with a bosomy soprano who sang that song when i was a child. i have always loved it's mournfulness, but honestly, i was so immersed in church as a child, in the ritual but not very much passion, that i really never contemplated Jesus nailed to the cross much. It sounds horrible to say, but good Friday was when we couldn't eat between the hours of 12 and 3, but we were with our cousins playing wild running games all over the yard, so we didn't care much, and then at 3 our mothers would call us, sweaty and streaked with dirt, in for bun and cheese. it was charmed. jesus got crowded out. but i still do love that song, gruesome as it is. ha! i used one of the words from my list!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful trip, Mary Moon. And as for posting pictures, i think you may have reached Picasa's limit for free storage. Picasa is the site that hosts blogger's images. You can pay a few dollars and get more storage space if you want, otherwise you'll need to delete some of your pics. but wait, how did you post that photo of that charming house today?
Angella- To me, Easter was HAM and potato salad. Which may be the perfect meal. But I was a strange little child and took all of the Bible stories way too seriously even though our church was what would probably be called a Universal Unitarian one today. It was Methodist Lite, called Roseland Gardens Community Church.
ReplyDeleteIt's only on my phone Blogger app where I am told I am over the limit on pictures. Not the one here on my actual computer. Thank god.
I know not a single choir song. I am resigned to this fate, having sworn off church in a previous lifetime. I am delighted by the image of your brother gazing open-mouthed at a bosomy soprano.
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday, Ms. Moon. You are still a good person- perhaps you are simply evolving a different flavor and texture of goodness.
I don't think you are so much strange as ahead of your time.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to pack the vodka.
xo
I always fainted in church which is really weird when you think about it. Maybe I was supposed to be a martyr?
ReplyDeleteIn any case, I disagree that you were a better writer back then. I think you're a consistently great writer, and your words are so a part of my day and life, actually, that they're nearly essential!
Have fun. Don't be crazy.
Remember when all your photos were HUGE? They are taking up your space. Shrinkage is needed.
ReplyDeleteI think that I blocked out the gory stuff about Easter and Good Friday. I would rather hunt eggs and eat candy back when I was a kid. Too much gory stuff for me.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend Ms. Moon and a fun time at the wedding.
ReplyDeleteI am a spry 56 and I don't feel so spry. I am Jewish and yet I "celebrate" all holidays where gifts or goodies are involved. I know nothing beyond traditions about various religions and that is just fine with me. To me, it's all about the way you live your life and treat other people. I hope you have a great weekend. S. Jo
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to all of you... and have a great time all together, hugs from across the pond.janzi
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