Different varieties of camellias are beginning to bloom and as the hip young people say these days, "I'm here for it!"
Of course I'm here for it. Where else would I be? But if you are thinking of the definition of the term which is to be excited and enthusiastic about something, I'm here in that way 100%. Which is another thing that the cool kids all say now. Perhaps this is my favorite time of year if I do have a favorite time of year. I'm not dying of heat every time I walk out the door and the camellias are blooming and we are getting delicious salads from the garden where the bugs and weeds are in their seasonal suspension and abeyance.
Spring is pretty nice too, though.
Mr. Moon and I went mattress shopping today. We knew we wanted another Tempur-Pedic because we love the one we have now. For those of you who may have missed the big alert, we are moving into a different bedroom so that Mr. Moon can use the one we're in now for an office. The mattress we sleep on in that room, the old Tempur-Pedic that his sister gave us, is so heavy that we decided just to buy a new one for the other bedroom where the mattress is destined for the dump. My husband and I started out our life in this house sleeping in the bedroom we're about to move back into and we never did move our closet contents to the other room so it's ready and waiting except for the mattress situation. It's much smaller but it's more private because it's the furthest back bedroom in the house. Not that we have too many random people walking about our house disturbing our privacy but, you know. It feels cozy. Also, it is situated right between our bathrooms which is supremely convenient. The only downside is that August and Levon's little beds that they sleep in when they spend the night will not fit into the room as well. Maggie actually sleeps on one of those beds in our room too, so she will be affected. But we'll figure it out and none of them are going to want to sleep in Mer and Bop's room forever.
All of this is why we went mattress shopping. Although we knew what brand we wanted, god knows you can't just order one over the phone. They make about as many different versions of the things as there are camellia varieties, plus different levels of firmness.
It is complicated.
So we went to a furniture store which carries Tempur-Pedics and were greeted at the front of the store by a sales associate who led us through about half an acre of furniture back to the bed area where we began the process of lying on the different mattresses and getting prices and so on and so forth.
This took quite awhile. I mostly just let Mr. Moon decide because I can sleep anywhere as long as the sheets are decent and I have my forty-year old pillows and a cat and a fan. He is far more sensitive than I am when it comes to things like mattresses and honestly, the one he picked out seemed excellent to me.
But then of course, he had to go another store where we end up getting all of our appliances. They are local (and so is the other store) and we have sort of a relationship with them or anyway, my husband does. And he worked out a better deal there although we'll have to wait longer for the arrival of our new delightful, wonderful, heavenly bed. Which is fine.
After our shopping we went to lunch which was really nice. "Our life is great," my husband said to me as we sat down at the table.
And it is. All those years of backbreaking work running businesses and raising children and, and, and...
And now we can have lunch on a weekday without a care in the world. It's a beautiful thing. It felt almost romantic, picking out a new marital bed and going for Greek food afterwards. As I have said so many times, I never envisioned living to this age and the idea that I would, AND have a loving and sweet and kind and funny husband (also handsome) never crossed my mind. I thought I was destined and fated for sorrow and loneliness and I am well aware that that could still be my future but for now- I am the luckiest woman alive.
That loving, sweet, kind, funny, and handsome man will be leaving for Tennessee on Thursday to go hunting with an old friend and I will cheerfully wave him off after kissing him good-bye. I will send him with soup and with cookies, of course, and maybe even a loaf of bread.
"Don't they have restaurants in Tennessee?" I asked him.
"Not where we're going," he said.
Okay. I will be happy at home, loving my camellias, eating Le Sueur peas, and watching tacky TV shows.
It's a good life. A very good life.
P.S. I suppose I should point out that Tempur-Pedic is in no way, shape or form paying me for this deeply felt and honest praise of their product.
I fucking wish they were.