Friday, December 4, 2020

I'm Having A Martini. What About You?

Well, good thing my plan for today was something as vague as "indoor project."

Haha!

It was really a fun day in a lot of ways and I've enjoyed it. First thing that happened is that my best friend from sixth grade through high school called me and we chitter-chatted for at least two hours. We always do that. We can tell each other stuff we'd never tell another living soul. I think we are both constantly amazed at not only how old our children have gotten but (really? REALLY?) how old we are. I mean, we were sixteen years old and riding around Winter Haven on our bicycles and doing incredibly stupid and often very fun things about two weeks ago. Right? And now we have grandchildren and between the two of us we've been married for eighty years not even counting my first marriage and it's just so reassuring and comforting to still have each other to share the horrors and joys of where we are in life, not to mention some of the memories. We may not remember what we had for dinner last night but we can still remember the names of each other's next door neighbors when we were growing up. 
How the hell does that work? 

So that was a joy and then Jessie and the boys came by. They had driven out to Lily's to pick up Sammy The Old Dog because Lily and her kids and Lauren are going to go visit Lauren's parents this weekend. They are taking Pepper but Sammy gets nervous on car trips and also, Lauren's parents have a menagerie of animals including dogs, goats, chickens...I don't know what all...and Sammy would be seriously upset. Jessie is actually going to take foster dog training via Zoom this week so she is happy to practice on Old Sammy and get the kids sort of used to having dogs come and go. The boys were in a MOOD, I tell you. I didn't even get any pictures of them because Jessie took them home soon after lunch so that they could possibly take naps and get back on track in the emotional sense. But they were still my funny guys and I had fun with them and was sad to see them go. While they were in the car about to leave, August said to me, "Mer, I had a dream about Keith Richards!" 
"I did too!" I said. 
"What did you dream?" he asked. 
I told him that I'd dreamed that Keith and his wife had come to visit along with a whole bunch of other people and although everyone was staying in my dream museum house with many, many bedrooms and bathrooms, Keith and Patti had to share a room with another couple and they did not have their own bathroom and I was so embarrassed! 
This really is a dream I had about Keith Richards and his wife two nights ago. In my dream I told someone- "Look, we cannot ask Keith Richards and Patti Hansen to share a room with someone and not have their own private bath!"
I will tell you that the Richards-Hansens took the whole thing gracefully but they were not especially happy about it. 
After I related this dream, August said, "I dreamed the same thing!"
"You DID?" I asked. 
"Yes!" he said. 
"And I dreamed that Keith had his guitar and was going to play," I told August.
"Me too!" he said. "I think I dream all the same things you do."
"God, I hope not," I muttered.

While they were here August found some flannel leftover from a nightgown I made Magnolia. It's black with unicorns and rainbows on it. As we all know, rainbows are August's favorite thing. He pleaded with me to get my sewing machine out and make him something with it. Right NOW! I told him that the only thing I could make that fast would be a skirt. 
"Make me a skirt!" 
I did not end up making him a skirt but I did take his measurements in case I decide to make that dream come true. I couldn't find my tape measure so I used a piece of string. With the leftover string I made a loop and showed him the magic trick my granny showed me wherein you wrap and cross and loop the circle of string around the fingers and thumb of your hand and then, slowly and dramatically, pull on the end and everything slips away. He was as amazed as I'd been as a kid. Quite frankly, I still don't understand it and unless I do the trick fast and without thinking, it doesn't work and the string gets caught on my fingers. Muscle memory is real. I promised to teach him how to do it and while we're at it, I might just teach those boys how to do a cat's cradle. 
Y'all remember that?

It's pouring rain and five minutes ago when I went to put the chickens up, it wasn't raining at all. My kitchen smells very fine due to that fact that I baked a loaf of bread a little while ago


and then, for no reason whatsoever, I finally made a crostata which I have been thinking about doing ever since Joanne at Cup on the Bus  started showing us the ones she's made. Mine is apple and cherry and I don't even especially want to eat it and it's not as pretty as Joanne's are but what the hell? 


It's too crusty but that's how much crust I made and there you go. If Mr. Moon ever comes home he can eat it. I think he's coming home sometime "this weekend" but I have heard no firm date. Perhaps he is up there in Tennessee building a house for his new wife. 
Nah. I don't think so. 

Another package arrived for him here this evening. This one was dumped off on the kitchen porch by UPS and it was so big and heavy I could barely lift it over the kitchen door sill to get it in. I opened it up to find this. 


What the hell? 
I rooted around in the center of it and found this.


And there you go- it's 250 feet of soaker hose. For Lily's garden. 
How they managed to get 250 feet into even that largish box is beyond me. And it's going to stay right where it is, a foot from the kitchen door until my man comes home. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. That man just called and he is happy and well and according to him, he still loves me dearly. He told me he'd eat the crostata so it won't go to waste. What a relief!
On so many levels. I take nothing for granted. Especially love. Although I'm pretty confident about desserts. 




27 comments:

  1. Now what the hell do you dream about that you wouldn't want August to dream too? I am imagining skinny dipping dreams with Keith Richards - or blue LSD dreams with Jim Morrison. Oh no - you wouldn't want August to dream dreams like that.

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    1. Well. Honestly, the dreams I have that I would not want August to share are the dreams that my stepfather are in. And there are way, way too many of those.
      I would LOVE to dream about skinny dipping with Mr. Richards or taking LSD with Mr. Morrison but so far those have not come up on the big dream wheel.

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  2. not a martini but I'm going in to make a vodka based drink. or maybe tequila. my friend Denise who lives in Canada makes the best martinis. first crostatas are always a little weird. they are so easy though, you will get the hang of it. I was going to make a peach and dewberry one today but the day got away from me (and I have nothing to show for it).

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    1. This may have been the first and last crostata I ever make. Not because I think they aren't worth making but because there is really no reason for me to be making anything with so much butter and sugar. Peach and dewberry or blackberry is one of my favorite combinations.
      How does Denise make her martinis?

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  3. No martini for me. I wish...
    I did make veggie lasagne, which went in the freezer for later, and cinnamon rolls. I feel like i should make up a bed in the kitchen some days.
    Even with no pictures, we all know you have a beautiful family! Loving and smart, too!
    Debbie

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    1. I love lasagne. I should make it more often. And cinnamon rolls- be still my heart!
      I just want a kitchen with a couch in it. Is that so much to ask?

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  4. My Friday evening is about a green salad from my misfits box, and it's surprisingly festive.

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    1. My salad was pretty too with dark green greens and very red cherry tomatoes. And delicious. I think I will make more for tonight!

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  5. Building a cabin for his new wife made me laugh so hard Dennis nearly called an ambulance. Oh Mary, That man knows he has the best thing going. A martini, sounds really great right now, thank you for the reminder. I have two jugs of gin but no olives. Your bread looks amazing. August is hilarious, that kid! He may just grow up to be a fashion designer and make y'all rich folk!

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    1. Why let no olives get in the way of a martini? Any little pickled thing will do. If you ask me...
      August REALLY wanted that skirt. But he REALLY wanted to watch TV too. He REALLY needed a nap.
      Glad I made you laugh.

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  6. No martini for me, either. I wish...for at least a glass of wine. Oh, well.
    It's a lovely crostata.

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    1. Thank you, Joanne. I tried it. It's not bad at all.

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  7. Kids are priceless aren't they.....when my youngest grandson comes here ( 3 next Feb) he likes me to take him upstairs. Yesterday we went up, and he has the same things every time to look at and do. For instance, all the lights have to be put on and off, the tap in the bathroom has to go on ( "My mummy has got a tap " he said) and the cupboard where the free standing fans for hot weather are hiding has to be opened and he points out the biggest one! My Mummy has got a fan he says! I was worried yesterday that he would demand to go into the front bedroom, that has boxes of Xmas presents in waiting to be wrapped, but he politely accepted my excuse that it was " dirty" in there. ( My son suggested that as something he would accept....their house is immaculate..my DIL is a cleaning freak!)

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    1. That last bit made me a little sad. Do you think your daughter-in-law might be a bit OCD? I knew a woman once who nannied for a very rich family and one of the little girls actually thought that if she touched dirt- even with her feet- she would die.
      Poor child.
      Kids are so funny about their rituals, aren't they? They love to repeat favorite actions over and over again. I'm sure there is an explanation.

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  8. The possibly shared dream with August...and your remark "God, I hope not," I muttered." Had me laughing first thing this morning.

    Since I don't go near stores (almost 4k cases in our small state yesterday), getting things delivered these day has become the norm and an adventure--sometimes not a good one. Tracking packages is almost a full-time job. Still waiting for something sent from NJ to MD that still hasn't arrived even though it was shipped Nov 25. Not looking good. Our poor mailman doesn't even make it to our neighborhood most days until almost 5 pm though I know he leaves the PO for his route just after 7 am. A FX delivery guy couldn't be bothered to take a few steps from the street to the front (covered) stoep, but instead left it leaning against our mailbox post. While another delivery guy left a package (books) onto our walkway--in the pouring rain--two steps from where it would have been out of the rain. I know the stress level of these folks is through the roof, so trying not to lose perspective. But it does cause a little tooth-grinding now and then.

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    1. Hopefully August will never have dreams like some of mine.
      I'm terrible about tracking packages. I save the emails with the information to do it with but then I just wait and figure that things will get here when they get here unless the wait becomes ridiculous at which point I might try to check up on where my package might be.
      I sure was glad I wasn't the person who had to haul that box out of the truck and up to my kitchen porch. Whoever it was deserved a bonus that night.

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  9. I'm laughing at your Keith Richards dream. (And August sharing it!) I have also recently been marveling at how old I am. I don't know how this happened.

    I bet that box was heavy! I know you'll be happy to have Mr. Moon home. I think I may take you up on that martini idea...

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    1. One day at a time- that's how we get old. It's rather horrifying.
      And yes- don't I have sexy Keith Richards dreams?
      That box IS heavy. I'm just walking around it in the kitchen. No way I can move it. And I'm not a weakling. Hope you enjoyed your martini!

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  10. I loved the story about the Keith Richards dream and August's sweet desire to connect with you as wholly as he could. I think it's fantastic that Jessie is going to foster dogs. My daughter and her love did it for a while, and it was tremendously satisfying to know they were helping often traumatized animals transition to their forever homes.

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    1. I loved that too! It touched my heart so deeply. First of all, the fact that he even reported a dream about Keith Richards. He may have had one. Dear Keith has not come up in conversation for quite awhile. I would sort of like to dream at least one of August's dreams to see what they're like. I hope they're filled with rainbows!
      Yes. I think Jessie probably wants a dog but isn't quite ready to make that leap so this is a good way to love on some doggies in the meantime. I would not be surprised if she ended up adopting one.

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  11. I hope August doesn't have all the same dreams as you too.

    It's weird getting old isn't it? I feel like a very old woman today.

    I'm hanging onto the big guy while we walk across ice, terrified I'll fall again. Sigh.

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    1. Me too!
      When I broke my ribs I felt like I was a hundred and fifty years old. It was terrible! And I was afraid to go down the back steps for months. I understand!

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  12. Isn't it wonderful to have "old" friends that you don't see for years and then when you meet up you kinda go "so, where were we"! It's a great privilege!

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  13. Yes, I turned 70 this year and feel like I am aging every single minute now. I mean I know I was always aging every minute but now it is like each day I really FEEL it - an actual physical experience. I am turning into my Mom and my Dad and all my Aunts and Uncles that seemed SO OLD when I was young. They are all gone now but when I look in the mirror, I can see them in my reflection and feel them in my aches and pains.

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    1. Isn't it strange to look back at someone when you thought they were so old to realize that you are now older than they were then?
      Scary.
      But real.
      And you're right- it's a very physical experience.

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  14. It's so Special when an Old Friend calls and you can talk about anything, everything and nothing all at once because of the History you share! We had a Lifelong Friend call Today, hadn't heard from him since before the Pandemic and I had his Family on my Mind a lot in recent Days so it was a relief to get the Call and know all was well with them all. With Moving recently we have not found everything to keep in touch with everyone and many didn't even know we'd moved. So, it's nice we've kept the same Landline Phone Number forever... so at least the majority remember it and know we're Creatures of such habits to keep a lot of things the same! It does seem like only Yesterday sometimes... so much Time passes and so quickly. Keith Richards visiting must have had some great Dream backstories too? *winks*

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