Thursday, September 22, 2016

Life Is What Happens...

Got some stuff on my mind tonight, my heart too.
I have a friend who's about to embark on a journey she knows all too well and that I know, from a removed distance, too damn well too.
This is life.

I did my adulting stuff today. It went fine although my birthday shopping was far from successful. But I got new library books and the turkey wraps and tomorrow I will be at Owen's school for the grandparent's lunch. Owen still remembers that last year the grandparents of his best friend Chase brought Oreos and that's what he has requested that his other grandmother bring.
It should be a delicious and delightful luncheon in the cafetorium of Owen's school and I am sorry that Mr. Moon won't be there. He is too. I talked to him yesterday and he is having a wonderful time although he hasn't shot anything. I imagine him wandering fields of Canadian flowers, spying on large animals, admiring them as he keeps his gun tucked beneath his arm.
I'll be mighty glad to have him back. Here's a funny thing- it's been over a week since I washed the sheets on the bed but because I sleep on such a small portion of them, I am loathe to bother to launder them. I suppose I could sleep on Mr. Moon's side of the bed for a few nights but my fan and my light and my phone charger are on MY side while my books are piled on his side and there you go. And I am always very clean when I get in the bed and I barely move around enough to wrinkle the sheets so really, there's no need to go through the entire hassle.

The picture above is of Mick and Trixie. They sleep together every night in just that spot. She is the oldest hen and yet, he seems to prefer her above all the others. Her comb and wattle are so pale right now but I think that's because it's molting season, and not an indication of illness.
Or at least, that is what I hope. I have seen this before and am not too worried.

Should I be ashamed to admit that the news about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie is actually making me sad?
Well, I don't care. It is making me sad.
I had hoped that they would be the fairytale couple who made it work forever with their love of each other, their family, their work and art, their good deeds.
But what's really breaking my heart is the thought of the children.
Six children.
No matter who you are or how much money you have, when Mommy and Daddy don't love each other any more it is the breaking apart, not just of a marriage and a family, but of a reality.
Sometimes I truly believe that divorce is the very best thing that can happen for all concerned but it's never easy.

What in life is?

Let's love each other while we can. In sickness and in health, in youth and in older age, and then in old age too, should we be so fucking lucky as to have the opportunity.

Here's to Mick and Trixie and here's to all of us.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Love right back at you, Mary x

  2. Omg omg omg! Did you change something? Because it looks like I can comment now?!
    I've been reading every word and yet the Internet wouldn't let me say anything back.
    Brad and Angie? Even beautiful people have problems. I feel bad for the kids.
    The shootings? Deplorable! I love what your dear girl wrote, and what you wrote and when is the damn racism going to stop?!
    The sheets. I've been delaying changing mine too. Lazy girls we are!
    I'm coming back to blogging. Alert the press. (Ha!)
    I can't wait til my grandies have Grandparents day at school. Sigh.

  3. Sweet dreams dear you. I love your writing so much. Thank you for always being right here, and right you.

  4. Why is it that only elementary schools have "cafetoriums"? Such a strange word. We had a cafetorium in my elementary school, too.

    Love the chicken picture. It's sweet that Mick and Trixie stick together. Maybe Mick protects her because he knows she's a bit older. Do chickens work that way?

  5. Best wishes to your friend on her journey, hope the road is not too bumpy.


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