Which is sad because I took a picture of one of No Man Lord’s newest art installations today on my walk and was going to share it.
It’s a very large sign and in blue paint he has written “He Spoke to Me” and on the side, in case there is any doubt, “Jesus.”
I wish Jesus had spoken to me last Monday night and told me not to pick up the glass beside my MacBook so carelessly. That would have saved me a lot of anguish. However, Jesus does not speak to me and if he did I do not think he’d be speaking about such prosaic things but who knows?
So. I have ordered a new MacBook from Apple because the one I want is sold out everywhere in Tallahassee. It will not even be shipped until at least July 24 but that’s the way it is. By the time it finally gets here I will be wishing I’d paid the extra $$$ to just get the next model up at Costco but yesterday was a frustrating day and all of my choices were not the best.
And here I am like a junkie without her junk making do with this little phone and a wonky blog app. If this doesn’t publish I might just lose my mind because I’ve written about five posts that never got posted and I am growing weary of this.
Still, all is really well here in Lloydville. It’s still hotter than devil’s balls but the mosquitoes seem to have slacked off a little bit. The beans are still coming in in vast quantities. I went out today to pick both them and field peas and it took me over an hour at which point I thought I might pass out. But I did not. The heat really is bad though. This morning Mr. Moon worked outside in the front yard and I took a walk and later, when he was getting ready to go finish up some things at Hank and Rachel’s duplex he said, “I’m already tired.”
“Me too!” I said and we both cracked up.
There is comfort in living with someone the same age as you. Life’s changes occur to both of you at approximately the same rate which is reassuring. I have nothing against May/December relationships but if I were a woman of my age married to a man twenty or even ten years younger I would probably feel even worse than I do now about the way my skin falls in flaps and folds, wrinkled and crepey. And I would probably constantly be trying to hide my forgetfulness and distractedness but instead, I can laugh ruefully with my partner as age has its way with both of us.
And yet- since we’ve known each other since we were young and smooth of skin and clear of eye and mind, we can still see that in each other underneath all the other stuff. At least I hope he can see that in me as I mostly certainly can see it of him.
Well. I did not plan to write an essay on aging and marriage and love but here we are.
The country continues to wallow in bizarreness as the presumed leader descends farther and farther into criminal and immoral and idiotic behavior. I commented again on a post on FB by my young friend because I couldn’t help it. She responded by saying that perhaps I should I should unfriend her and I did. I feel no remorse whatsoever. Simply a freeness. I don’t need that in my life and she does not need me in hers.
In better news a good friend of mine, a beautiful soul, got a scan yesterday as it was suspected that he might have a lethal form of cancer and as I was walking this morning he sent me a text that the scan came back clean and I could not be happier. I told him to “Eat all the foods, drink all the drinks and make all the love.”
I know he will and that makes me so happy. And that’s not bad advice for any of us.
I’ve got homemade egg rolls ready to go in the oven, Dottie and Dearie are still alive, and I can hear Liberace calling his ladies to roost.
I better end this and get to my end-of-the-day responsibilities.
Lord, I hope this gets posted.
Happy Friday, y’all.