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.
As I get older I too start to think about my possessions and how long they will last, or how long I have owned them... Some items will certainly be the last that we buy. I wonder what will be my last ever car? And we have a pet tortoise that will almost certainly outlast usReplyDelete
It's a rather strange concept, isn't it?Delete
We have a temperpedic, or rather Marc does now. I love that mattress but I don't sleep in that room anymore because he snores and it's a full size bed and with the dog, well, I just don't sleep well in there. He keeps me awake and then I keep him awake with my tossing and turning. So I sleep on the hard ass futon with a 3" memory foam topper that's really just a little too soft for me. I keep thinking that I'll get a real mattress for the bed frame I have but then where would I put the futon? I suppose I could get rid of it. We don't really need it anymore since the grandkids all grew up. Actually, I should get rid of the little uncomfortable loveseat I got for the dog and turn the futon back into a couch and put it there. There's room for it and the dog won't care what she stands on to look out the window.ReplyDelete
YES! And get yourself a Tempur-Pedic! Dang, Ellen. Sleep is so important and YOU are important.Delete
hope new mattress will be perfect! We had a Tempur-pedic for years but it was too *hot*......ended up 3 yrs ago buying a bamboo mattress, *hard* and it's perfect for us..and may be the last one. Much as my car.....now 2 years old, and may be my last one also (as Honda's last forever and a day). Odd to think about the *end* of things, isn't it?ReplyDelete
It really is odd to think about the end of things.Delete
I'm glad y'all found the mattress for you. Mr. Moon has just recently started sleeping on his side so he wants a mattress that isn't too firm. I sure hope this one makes him happy.
I've been thinking for years about my last car. Then I outlived the one I was sure was the the last. So now maybe I really am on my last car.. About the mattress, I don't know !ReplyDelete
Well, we never really know, do we? My husband has bought many cars that were someone's "last"car, bought and never really driven much at all. That's not just a cliche! It makes him sad sometimes to think of that.Delete
I forgot to thank you for the camellia pictures. How wonderful to have anything blooming now.ReplyDelete
Oh! You're welcome. You can count on the fact that there will be plenty more pictures of camellias.Delete
Well done how marvellous. Coincidentally we are having a bed drama here. I need to sleep downstairs as stairs increasingly difficult. Ordered daybed online. Woke up dead of night cancelled order now sleepless still panicking. Never used to pa ic!Never thought l would get old and be in this situation. Your purchase sounds a lot more sensible and civilised a lovely lunch out too. Ours has been very heated shall we say! Think l am doolally tap from covid booster which l had very dramatic reaction to. So here l am mithering and moydering as they say in these parts. Maggi UK ❤ReplyDelete
Oh, Maggi! I hope you guys can resolve your bed situation. I know for sure that Mr. Moon and I will never again have an upstairs bedroom. Things do change, don't they? And so much faster than we could have dreamed.Delete
So So true. Long for a bungalow xxxDelete
You make a good point about how we run, run, run through life and then, if we're lucky, we get to stop and enjoy the fruits of our labours. It's quite unbelievably glorious isn't it!ReplyDelete
You are so right! "Glorious" is exactly the word.Delete
I've recently started remarking about things that will survive long after me. Fellow reminded me our new roof had a 30 year guarantee. I told him it would certainly outlast me. Can't quite see me making it to 100.ReplyDelete
Good to know you have a new mattress heading your way. Really is exhausting (pun intended) sifting through all the choices--even when it is only for one brand.
I bought a whole bunch of razors at Costco, as one does at Costco, and when I bought them I thought, "Well, I'lll never have to buy another razor in my life." As much as I shave my legs these days, my children will probably inherit these!Delete
You had a happy day with Mr. Moon - just out mattress shopping! Gosh, you two get along so well!ReplyDelete
We really do for the most part. I had texted Jessie earlier that I hoped we didn't come to blows on the shopping expedition but we were both very sweet to each other and we generally are.Delete
The flowers are lush and gorgeous. I imagine this house will be my last tooReplyDelete
When you're young you can imagine so many possibilities but as you age, the dreams get smaller it seems. I'm never going to live in the mountains because Katie lives here, same for the west coast sadly. Sigh.
I know exactly how you feel. The dreams do get smaller and it is sad because- well- those were our dreams! Aging requires a great deal of adjustment.Delete
Your camellias are so beautiful. I once lived in an apartment with the most wonderful assortment of camellia bushes, with all sorts of colors and petal shapes. I wish our house had some. They make such nice cut flowers in the winter.ReplyDelete
Congratulations on the new mattress!
Oh honey! Get some camellias planted this winter! Don't do what I did though and plant them too close together. They are slow growers but eventually they do get so very big.Delete
Maybe you should demand an advertising fee! I don't know why buying any item, whether it's a mattress or toothpaste, should be as complicated as it is nowadays. Everything seems to come in a billion varieties. It's insane.ReplyDelete