Sunday, November 16, 2014

A Little Melancholy But Mostly Grand

Back in the vehicle again today and I picked up Lily and the boys and we dropped the boys off at their other grandmother's house and for Owen, his two grandmothers meeting up and talking is just too much World's Colliding! but somehow, we managed it without the sun exploding or anything. Then we drove to a newish (I think) vegan restaurant where we met Jessie and Vergil who had just gotten back from NC and it was so good to see him. 
When I see Vergil now there is absolutely no line between him and family. He, like Jason, is us. And it feels so right to have him home although I am sure that his family in Black Mountain was mighty glad to have him back to that home for awhile. It was a working trip for him but he did get to visit and to see his niece and nephew and spend time with his mama. 
Anyway, we all ate delicious vegan food. I had the tempah reuben and carrot ginger slaw. Vergil had a little bit of a problem when he asked if he could get some of the "fakin' bacon" on his black bean burger and they said that no, he could not. That was only for the special. He asked about the cheese on the burger. Was it real cheese? Real vegan cheese, he was informed. And trust me, the ladies running this joint can put you in your place. Hot vegan chicks with tattoos and vegan attitudes. Whatever that means. Just that they could whip my ass, I guess.
After we ate, Vergil took off for Ultimate Frisbee and the ladies and I went to meet May at the nail place and we all got our pedicures and I even got a manicure but no color on the fingernails. It doesn't last a day the way I use my hands so what's the point? They look very nice and I almost fell asleep during it. 
I have been sleepy all day and got quiet again although I did make Lily laugh when I told her, "It's not gay if it's a three-way." 
I don't even remember the context of this remark and if I did I wouldn't be telling you.
I love my daughters. 
They love each other. They love their mama. And their mama sure loves them. And my god, how we can make each other laugh.

Owen asked me if tomorrow we could make bread or cookies when they come over. I told him that yes, we could make cookies and he asked if I had any chocolate chips. "No," I said. "But on my way home I'll stop and get some."
"Oh, that's okay!" he said. "We'll just bring some with us."
I assured him that I needed to go to the store anyway and I did get chocolate chips and oh! Lily and I stopped at the brand new International Foods grocery store on our way to pick up the boys and we had such a good time there, checking out the exotic-to-us foods. We both bought a few things including just-made vegetable samosas. Their dried beans are priced very, very reasonably and we'll be back for that alone, if nothing else. 

I am back home now, of course, and the chickens are put up, of course, and I am still feeling quiet. I feel achey, too. And still tired and I think I will go to bed early. I stayed up way too late last night watching the last two episodes of Olive Kitteridge on HBO and it just made me sad. Francis McDormand is such an amazing actor and her performance as an aging, unhappy woman whose life does not hold much joy is a wonder to behold but like I said- sad. 
Bill Murray came in at the last and his character, too, was sad. A big bowl of sad and real enough for me to taste the salt of the teary soup and perhaps that had its effect on me today. Art can do that which is why I am being very picky about what I expose myself to right now. Not that I need to only focus on the cheery and the sunny, on the all-ends-well-and-they-live-happily-ever-after but Jesusgod, let there be a few deep, earthy belly laughs along the way.

And in that spirit, let me give you this. I have posted it before but hell, it's worth watching again. 

Guess I'll go eat some veggie samosas and settle into bed early to read. It's not cold tonight but it's supposed to be down in the low twenties by Tuesday and we here in North Florida are all horrified and bewildered, disbelieving and ill-prepared.
I know. Go ahead and laugh. Floridians are used to being the butt of the nation's jokes. We know we're all crazy which is fine with us because if we weren't, we would all go insane.
(Thanks, Jimmy Buffett.)
We live in the penis of the nation, our governor (twice elected!) is a criminal alien, we find alligators in our pools and laundry rooms, bears on our porches, snakes in our parlors, bats in our chimneys and draperies, ghosts in our machinery, stories in the mouths of every one of our elders and most of our children, retirees from every state and NONE OF THEM CAN DRIVE, guns in the hands of anyone who wants one, rivers that are as beautiful and tranquil as anything you've ever imagined, raccoons in the garbage, armadillos flattened on every road, hurricanes, tornadoes, palm trees, two oceans, incredible seafood, the one and only native American tribe which never admitted defeat to the US government, bones of mastodons and prehistoric armadillos which were bigger than VW Bugs, the biggest and most beautiful springs in the world which pump out millions of gallons of water a day, Key West AND some of the most homophobic people on earth, mansions and shacks and manatees and sharks and roaches which can fly and which you cannot kill with a sledge hammer.

I could go on. But I won't.

I'll just say that we're going to freak out on Tuesday fearing that our very bones will break in the cold and that I hope my front-porch ferns, quilt-and-blanket wrapped, will survive.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Jo- And in two days we'll all be wearing socks and real shoes.

  2. Ah, we've been there for a while now :) No harm having jewelled toesies undeneath.

  3. The great state of Alabama is right there with 'ya. I don't like cold because I am a back porch child.lets see news paper helps with the plants if placed underneath blankies. I also get the thing about being careful about what I watch and read.Homophobes( that word tastes bad in my mouth ick) abound here as well as take my gun to my grave types. etc etc I am watching my greens and cabbage grow and playing with my yarn and hook to make warm things for my loved ones.Stay warm sweet lady,Nity nite.. :)

  4. Jo- One of the things Mr. Moon fell in love with me for was my feet. Because they are pretty. Not because he's foot-fetishy. Let me make that clear.

    mary i- Here we are, doing our best to live a good life in crazy states. So glad you're here, part of my life. Thanks.

  5. I am tired tonight also. We went mullet fishing and dh caught a cooler full. I saw many of the things you wrote about several manatee, elders, racoon flattened in the road, palm trees. I am freaking too and our predicted low is 43 for Tuesday night. Gail

  6. My Florida had orange groves, Gov. Graham or Gov. Askew was always governor, there were mermaids and rockets and alligators and Six Gun Territory, railroads and colorful danger. My Florida had conches and turtles and dark faces and bright clothes and coconuts and tycoons. It can best be expressed in the form of a cartoon map on a paper placemat. I'll have the fried grouper and two other fried things, please. That's my Florida. I don't recognize this New Florida.
    (Hearty White)

  7. Gail- Ain't nothing in this world as good as fresh fried mullet.

    Hank- I can't believe that Hearty and I aren't best friends. He knows. So do you.

  8. When I think of Florida I think of very old people who are preserved via too much sun and tightening of the skin. And Disney World. And Oranges.

    I live in Canada and low twenties (about -5 C.) is cold in my neck of the woods. The rest can laugh at both of us.

    I could never be vegan. I just like bacon way too much. And milk.

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  10. ditchingthedog- I'm with you on the bacon. Milk I can live without. Cheese and eggs, not so much.

    Rebecca- I intentionally left out the Mouse That Ate Florida because it's too painful for me to talk about. Self-righteousness abounds. I ain't got time for that shit.
    Love you.

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  12. I love all the books that woman writes and wanted to watch Olive K., but I'm afraid of the "big bowl of sad" as you put it at the moment. I know she's wonderful and he's wonderful, but your description confirmed this is not the time. I'm glad you all have pretty feet and most of all have each other because you're a damn special group, and I miss you when I get wound up in so much stuff I can't find my way here. Always when I come back I feel like I'm a happy chicken, settling into my nest, looking around to see what's new.

  13. Awww, I love the toe shot!

    You know, why wouldn't the vegan women just give Vergil the fakin' bacon? Seems like that's the way to win customers -- not by telling them "No, that's only for the special."

  14. You are right about that, I think they taste better than most fish. I wish we lived close I would sure give you some. Don't think they would do to good in the mail. Gail

  15. Can't explain why, but that conversation with Owen about the chocolate chips just tickles me so. Planning and contributing, and at his age? Good lord that child is a gem.

  16. bitter cold and windy here. dont. like. winter.

  17. Andrea- You are precious! Hardly ever anything new around here. Which is just how I like it. I love it when you come by.
    Thank you.

    Steve Reed- I think vegans may have a lot of rules. I'm not sure about this, though.

    Elsewhere- It's very special, isn't it?

    Gail- Nope. And they pretty much have to be out of the water the same day. Unless you smoke them. Which is also delicious.

    NOLA- He thinks, that one. He really does.

    Ellen Abbott- We'll be getting it tomorrow. I just can't wait. (Not.)

  18. Darling Mary, a pampering exploring day with you and your girls, what a beautiful experience to contemplate. You have taught your children how to give and receive and live love. There is nothing better.

  19. Angella- I am so very, very wealthy in my children. They make me joyful.

  20. Your girls all look full of light -- you, too. It just makes me happy to come here and read of your goings-on.

  21. Love the toes!!
    Flying cockroaches?! WTF!

  22. Love the description of Florida. Very good.


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