Whoops, I did it again and by "it" I mean I filled up a soup pot to the point where if it barely simmers it's going to spill over and why do I do this? I do not know but I do. Yes, I have a bigger pot but this one is more than adequate to hold soup for two, even if they want to eat it for days, or possibly weeks.
Well, la-di-dah and I really don't care. I've been in a mood lately where nothing is making me care very much one way or another. In the popular vernacular, I suppose we could say that I have no more fucks to give, or as A.P. Whaley, the sea captain used to say, "My give-a-damn-meter is at zero."
Whatever.
Here's a picture of some folks I do care about.
Why the black and white? I do not know. I was just fooling around with the iPhotos stuff and set it there and was too lazy to change it. It does make Maggie look like a baby from long, long ago which I like. I did a little more babysitting today and did the Owen bus pick-up and then he read me a book and his reading is really getting fine. He is doing very well these days and is living his life fully with the few restrictions given to him by the neurologist. He is on the medication she prescribed with barely any side-effects and has not had a seizure in almost six weeks but let's not talk about that because I am superstitious, as are we all, most likely. He has a speaking part in a play coming up at his school and he read me his lines today and asked if I would be coming to see him.
"Of course!" I said. And of course I will, good Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
I could talk about the snake pit the White House has become but I don't want to.
I do want to mention that Mr. Moon spent hours and hours today planting potatoes and then mulching them with so many leaves that they are as cozy as a bunting-wrapped baby. He does everything with so much more care and mindfulness than I do and that's just a fact. My garden rows are slapdash and wandering, his are straight as can be with whatever he is planting set with accurate precision as to depth and spacing.
I respect his methods and I respect his work but that's never going to be how I do it. It's not how I garden, it's not how I cook.
Somehow, it all works out and we both know that by now.
All right. That's all I have to say. My give-a-damn-meter has fallen below zero and if there were any way in this world to just go to bed now and still keep whatever shred of dignity and pride I may still have, I would do it but I can't and so I suppose I'll have to spend at least the next three or four hours in a state of consciousness.
Or a reasonable facsimile thereof.
I'll do my best.
Love...Ms. Moon
My granddaughter cooks; I clean the kitchen. It's a fair trade.
ReplyDeleteMr. Moon frequently cleans up the kitchen after supper. And he is good at it!
DeleteSWMBO and I trade off but more often than not I clean up. Perhaps that's because more often than not she cooks.
ReplyDeleteYes. That sounds just and fair.
DeleteMary that looks amazing and it looks like what I wanted to cook today instead I ate a Poptart. A strawberry frosted fucking Poptart then I cried the rest of the day.
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Sometimes a strawberry frosted Poptart hits the spot.
DeleteAnd sometimes, it just does not.
Oh, honey. I would so make you some soup.
I do the cooking, cleaning etc, at my home, my wife Cary have moved on to the next iteration in'96. When at my kids and grandkids, they still like me to make pasta ala carbonara.
ReplyDeleteI still don't have any soup that looks that good. I'm feeling deprived.
Ah, well. I am a dedicated soup maker. It is therapy and supper, all in one for me.
DeleteI love spaghetti ala carbonara.
Oh my, I do love that black and white photo. Maggie's little feet and the beautiful shadows that crisscross Owen. I'm so glad to hear that he's tolerating the medicine and not having any seizures. My fingers are crossed that it all continues!
ReplyDeleteThose feet are my favorite part of the picture. What is more beautiful than a babe's feet?
DeleteThank you for the good wishes for Owen. And thank you for helping so much make this all a possibility of good outcome. You are beloved in my family.
If there's a way to make soup, chili or pasta sauce for two, I'd like to know! And I love black and white photos! My brother, who's an amateur photographer (and a good one, if I say so myself!) says the black and white forces our eyes to look at the actual subjects, while color detracts. Kind of like photographic ADD, I guess.
ReplyDeleteYou know, your brother is probably correct. There is something about a black and white photo that reveals a truth which color photos just can't.
Deleteas far as the soap opera in Washington goes, I have also leveled out. Still being active, calling whoever needs to be called, keeping my eye on things, and letting my voice of resistance be heard but I think my faith in the system is starting to emerge. I mean, one of my straight republican senators has called for an investigation into Trump re Russia. that's got to cause for hope, if it's true. anyway, I have spent this entire month so far in the yard either clearing out the winter freeze damage or harvesting and cooking and freezing or planting or getting the ground ready for a new raised bed. I'm not so optimistic about the future that I've put aside the plan to grow more food. I have a new 4' x 12' bed to plant.
ReplyDelete"I'm not so optimistic about the future that I've put aside the plan to grow more food."
DeleteYes. I know exactly what you mean. And dammit- I can get more chickens and a few pigs if necessary. I can do that.
We had a huge garden. One year, quite by accident, I had two full bales of moldy alfalfa hay. The man I got them from would not let his horses eat it. On a hunch I dug long rows in the garden, wider than normal, and I planted the potatoes in hay before covering with dirt. Good God the harvest. Not only did we get tons of potatoes that year, they were huge. We planted mostly russets.
ReplyDeleteThere is something about a black and white photo...something good I think, the feeling is washed away with color.
:)
Yes. I've heard that potatoes do very well planted on hay and covered by it too, before the dirt is used to go over it all. I actually have potatoes growing where I throw my chicken-used-hay from the hen house. I throw my compost in there too, and I would not be surprised to get at least enough for one meal and there is no dirt involved in that at all.
DeleteHello, sorry I've been slow to read and comment. I always love catching up on your thoughts. I always over fill my soup pots too, I have no sense of scale and always make more. I love your grandkid pics and am so happy to hear how well Owen is adjusting. I also completely commiserate with the opposites attract school of marriage. My tall guy is as orderly and methodical as the come, and everything I do I make up everything I do as I go along.
ReplyDeleteI am also with you on the give a damn meter, not that I don't care, I am just fucking exhausted from all my outrage and disgust and worry. I keep waiting for a sea change, but the crazy people are sailing away with our ship. I keep making soup and trying not to see the news, or to mute it so I don't have to hear his voice. My tiny little rebellion. I've stuck my fingers in my ears.
Hope your sun continues to shine and that garden and those babies grow like crazy. xo
ugh pls ignore my typos. Wish I could...
DeleteHoney, I don't even SEE typos. I swear. Which would explain a lot about my posts, I'm sure.
DeleteI think that the Republicans are just waiting to get all of their agenda passed and then they'll deal with Agent Orange. But not until then. He's their puppet, their key to the kingdom.
I have been living on and loving my homemade soups. There is something nice about coming home and when it's cold and pouring rain to a bowl of soup. These days it's the minuscule things that get me by. Going to bed early helps.
ReplyDeleteSoup is as real as real, isn't it? And delicious, too. And gets better as the days go by. There's really no downside to it that I can think of.
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