Front Porch With Cat
Well. Thank goodness that occasionally I still get company because otherwise I would never do any cleaning around here. Although what I did today hardly qualifies as real cleaning and whenever I hear the phrase "deep cleaning" I sort of want to die. Wouldn't that require knee pads and a scrub brush?
But Lon and Lis are coming tomorrow for a very, very, way-too-short visit and so it was time to get out the white vinegar and Fabuloso and wash the rugs and chase a few tumbleweed-sized dust balls out from underneath the beds.
While I was at it, I threw away a VCR player (YES! I SAID VCR!) and all of the attendant cords and took a huge pile of games that were on the sideboard in the dining room to the library where they're supposed to live although I left all of the cards and the ever-favorite matching game where they were. As I was doing all of this I was listening to a book in which one of the characters is a hoarder who was defined as "someone who is pathologically attached to inanimate objects."
I do not think I am pathologically attached to inanimate objects but I know that it's hard for me to throw things away. I believe I fall in the normal range of this sort of behavior but still, I like the perspective of that definition and will tuck it into my back pocket to remind me that it is not healthy in the least to hold on to shit that really has no meaning in my life. And as I went about my tidying today I kept thinking about that and it helped me to get rid of a few things. There are plenty more I want to get rid of but some of them require Mr. Moon to use his muscles. A TV in our bedroom that we NEVER watch. An old iMac which I loved to death. I wrote a few novels on that thing and every moment of that writing felt like heaven.
Oh, the memory of plugging in a new Mac and hearing that chime which sounds a little bit like the chord on Abbey Road right between "And In The End" and "Her Majesty's A Pretty Nice Girl". That was magic for me.
But I do not need an old, inoperable iMac to remind me of that. It has served its purpose and I am quite ready to let it go.
I also made a vegetable and venison soup that I fussed with and added to all day long. I am so happy with my newly repaired simmer burner. It's exquisitely controllable for the lowest flame possible and I wonder if I'll ever use my Crock-Pot again. Probably not. This is so much better.
The soup has all of the vegetables in it and after it sits all night in the refrigerator will be even better tomorrow. Lon and Lis are playing in Tallahassee tomorrow night and will be getting here in the late afternoon and I figure that if they want a little sustenance before they play this will do the trick and if we're all hungry after the gig, it will be waiting. I'll make a nice loaf of bread tomorrow and my love was in every bit of every part that went into that soup which will make it a fine Valentine's Day meal.
Lis and I were talking today about how we both used to look forward so much to Valentines from our sweeties. How we put so much importance on those cards, those gifts and how now, we don't care a thing about it all. We know these men love us. They prove it every day. And they know we love them.
So. Soup and bread and listening to music played by beloved people who have been beloveds for forty years with my beloved of over thirty-five years.
And I might make some sort of lovely dessert and oh, yeah, there will probably be "Valentinis" as Lis called martinis that you drink on Valentine's Day.
Ooh boy. I sure am glad I still get company occasionally. Well, at least THIS sort of company.
Happy Valentine's Eve, y'all.