Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Speaking Truth, Inappropriately And Not

My MacBook is back and I am so happy. When I went to pick it up, the guy showed me the old trackpad which they'd replaced. I looked at it and said, "Oh yeah. That's one messed up trackpad!" As if I could tell one damn thing from looking at it but now my beloved Mac works and before it didn't and I am relieved.
Computer Doctor for all of you people who live in Tallahassee.

I had a good walk this morning and discovered two new things.
One- the first Clitoria of the season.


It is also known as the butterfly pea for those who are too shy of tongue to utter such a name. You know which name I like best. 
Yes. I know. We go through this every year. It doesn't take much to make me excited. 

And then this:


I stopped and talked to some guys working on the mystery project and they informed me that we are getting MORE sidewalks in Lloyd. These will go from the road I live on to the truck stop. This is good. There are plenty of people in Lloyd who use the truck stop as a place to buy stuff. Bread, milk, beer. Etc. And personally, for me it means that for a small part of my walk I won't have to trudge through the tick-infested grass which grows beside the road.
It's an election year, y'all. Projects are getting done.
But I can't help but wonder why they can't do these projects in winter when it's not 95 degrees in the shade. Who knows? Not me.

When I was in town I had to go to Publix and Lily had been in town too, and we met up there, at the grocery store. Owen was so proud of the new tooth he's lost. Here's a picture from last night.


After we finished shopping, I brought the boys home with me while Lily went home with Maggie and unloaded her groceries and gathered up bathing suits to go to the river.
While I was unloading my groceries, Owen called from my (very, very clean) bedroom where I did find and disposed of a dead mole on Sunday.
"MER! You need to come see this!" he yelled.
Oh, Lord, I thought. What now? I just knew from his tone of voice that it was something I did NOT want to come and see. And I was right.
One of my cats, probably Maurice, had dispatched a rat into...uh...pieces and left it for me. Because I am kind I will not tell you what I had to clean up but I will tell you that I had to clean my broom and dustpan when I was done.
Sometimes even I am impressed with my strength and my fortitude.

But the river was lovely, once again.



The boys are becoming fishes and Owen told me for the first time today that "Mer, I am not a baby anymore," when he wanted to swim in a different area than the one his mother and I were sitting in front of.
He's right. He's not.
But we still have to be close enough to watch him and that is that.
Maggie loves the cold water. She splashes and plays in it and I call her my squishy fishy because I'm clever like that.
Gibson told an old woman that she looked like an old man. This speaking his truth is getting out of hand. She was standing in the water wearing a t-shirt with the message, "Beer Is The Answer, But I Can't Remember The Question" on it.
"Nope," she told Gibson after he made his pronouncement. "I'm just an old lady."
I wouldn't have blamed her if she'd swatted him.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "He'll say anything."
"It's okay," she said. "I've got grandkids too."
I told Gibson that he'd been rude. That this was a GRANDMOTHER. He did not seem fazed one bit but Owen, who had overheard the entire thing, asked me if I would be his son's grandmother.
"No," I said. "I'll be his great-grandmother."
"That's good," he said. "I hope you get to meet his son."
"I'm not going to live that long," I told him.
Sometimes I have to speak my truth, too.

And so that was my day. Mr. Moon is home and I've steamed yellow squash and onions to make squash croquettes. I wrote my piece this morning on how I feel about gun control and although it may seem like from what I've just written, that I've gone on with my life and forgotten about the whole horrendous tragedy, let me assure you that it's been with me every moment. I've simply taken a little while to live my own life, to take a breath of mindfulness to remind me of my surroundings for moment, if you will.

And I know without a doubt how incredibly lucky I am to be able to do that.
There are so many for whom the reality of what happened is just beginning to settle in and they don't have that choice.

Peace.

Love...Ms. Moon





12 comments:

  1. Those kids. It's like they're modelling. So beautiful. MAggie is cuter than is humanly possible.

    I'm kind of fascinated to hear what Gibson will say next. Also a little glad I'm not there to have him say it to me!

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    1. Ain't that the truth!! lol...that boy is too funny, though.

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  2. The annual first cliteria posting :). And all of those pics and the stories - thank you!

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  3. I am glad you had a better day.

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  4. I love this post -- all of it. Gibson reminds me so much of my Oliver when he was small. Tell Lily that I said to steel herself.

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  5. none of us forgets but we have to remind ourselves of the good too. when my son was about Gibson's age he would spin tall tales to people that sounded believable. you could always tell when they realized he was pulling their leg.

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  6. Jo- And I did not mention the fact that Owen is currently obsessed with how fucked up and large my teeth are.

    Jennifer- He just opens his mouth and lets whatever come out. Four years old. Jeez.

    Jill- You are welcome!

    Birdie- I just realized- I misspelled. It's CLITORIA!
    Ha!

    Elizabeth- I will warn her.

    Ellen Abbott- That's where Owen's at. He told me that he's seen a python eating a human. When pushed, he admitted he saw it on video.

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  7. So Clitoria is from the sweet pea family? I saw an amazing crop of it near our harbour the other day, and thought, that must be it! But I didn't realise it was that sort of flower. Even lovelier :)

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  8. Love, family, continuing with your good loving family life, this is a revolutionary act. Raising children and grandchildren whose hearts are open and tolerant, this is a revolutionary act. You, dear Mary, are a revolutionary, and I am glad of it.

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    There.

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  10. LOL @ Birdie

    Your cats are really good providers, aren't they? For better or worse!

    I'm laughing at Gibson's comment. Not polite, but funny!

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