Friday, December 3, 2021

Could Someone Bring Me Some Of Kool Beanz Fried Oysters And Cheese Grits? Please?

Well, whether due to Blogger issues or my own internet connection, I cannot seem to post pictures tonight. 
Not a big deal- trust me on that one. You've seen pictures of my sheets hanging on the line and my cat Maurice sitting on my lap more times than I'm sure you'd care to count. 

It's been a slow day. After yesterday's feeling of escaping the bulk of the bug it has resettled in my body, making itself at home and filling in the spaces. My skin hurts again, I am chilly. My knees are not having it. This is one strange virus. Maggie is still snuffling and truthfully, the others are all still snotty and coughing. August may be going to the ER tomorrow to see if he has pneumonia. He is constantly coughing and no, it is neither covid nor the flu. The child's had more tests than Keith Richards has guitars. Jessie took him to the doctor today and they gave him a breathing treatment and a four-day course of steroids and he is still coughing and now appears to be running a little fever again. 
Sigh. 
My poor little man. 
My own bout appears to be mostly up in my head and it's really not bad but I certainly did not feel like mopping a damn thing today. Instead I hung my sheets on the line and did a little weeding which is not a strenuous activity. I mean, all I'm doing is crawling around and kneeling, plucking the tiniest of weeds and doing some thinning. Not nearly enough of that, of course. And I didn't even get through all the rows before I struggled to my feet and said, "Fuck this," and came back inside. 

I'm not even sure what I've done today but very little of anything. There are clean sheets on the bed that smell of sun. That is a good thing. 

Trying to wrack my brain to find anything interesting to talk about, write about, but nothing springs to mind. It's one of those days. My brain has gone into hiding, perhaps lying down and resting on whatever passes for sun-dried, clean sheets in the soul. The folks at the church next door are gathering for their Friday night service. I can hear the distant traffic on the interstate, almost a lulling river. The chickens have been shut up in their roost, I think about all of the Friday nights that Mr. Moon and I went out together, dressed up and fancy with sparkly eyes and mischief in mind, my silver bracelets singing their own tinkling, metallic song as I moved. I sort of want to think about that and I sort of don't. So many of the people we'd see on those Friday nights are gone now and some merely disappeared, no doubt stay-at-homers like we are in our older age, too comfortable in the peace and quiet of wherever it is they live and sleep and dream to want to step out into the lights and noise. Even the lure of my favorite restaurant where we used to sit at the bar watching the chefs do their flaming magic on Friday nights is not enough to drag me out. I can't possibly deal with that many people in that close a space. 
But oh- their food. And of course it's open for lunch but somehow it's not quite the same, is it? 
But what is? I am quite happy to let another couple, a younger couple, sit in our seats at that bar and revel in the sights and sounds and smells and heavenly tastes. And tonight, alone, I will make myself a good supper and enjoy it and when I fall asleep and dream I may dream as I so often do, of those I have loved and will never see again. 
I dreamed the other night of my friend, Kathleen, gone now for almost seven years (can that be?) and as always, she was not dead in the least, but alive and living a rather different life and because I could always say anything to Kathleen, I said, "But darling. I know you died. I remember. How can you be here now? Where have you been?"
She sort of sighed and shrugged and I could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. 
So we didn't. 
And so it goes. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

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  1. I dream of my Mom tending a garden. She never talks to me, but the look in her eyes when she sees me is so overwhelming that I lose my balance (in the dream). I also dream of my Mexican grandma, and she’s always cooking, and telling me to quit buying tortillas and make my own.

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  2. sorry you got the double whammy with your *bug* and sorry to hear August is so sick. Poor baby. But....... eat, dream, sleep on your sun dried sheets, snuggle with cats......and carry on. I hope you feel better tomorrow.
    Big hug to you
    Susan M

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    1. Today has not been a feel-good day. Dammit.

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  3. About the pix-- mine won't load either, at least two out of four. Tried on phone and tablet, same results. It's blogger, I think.

    Sorry you're still sick. It sounds like a persistent virus. Hard for you to do nothing, I know.

    I've dreamed of handsome partner a couple of times. We're in a group, chat and he waves and smiles and disappears into the crowd. Simple non scary dreams.

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    1. I wonder if our pictures will work again tonight? I haven't tried it yet.
      This IS a persistent virus. I'm already tired of it.
      I think that your dreams reflect your disposition and mine reflect mine. You are far more able to take life as it comes and I am such a drama queen, asking all the questions.

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  4. I don't know if you have gardening programmes on American TV? Here in England, TV gardeners never call a sudden halt to their demonstrations by saying "Fuck this" and going back inside. Sorry to hear that August has been suffering. I hope he is better soon.

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    1. that really did make me laugh out loud, Mr. Pudding!

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    2. Well, if they don't ever call a sudden halt by saying "Fuck this" then they are not really real. Trust me.

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  5. Poor August and poor Mer Mer! I hope you both can take it easy and recover soon. This is a scary time to be sick.

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    1. Well, it's sort of boring, I'll tell you that. Boring is better than agony though.

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  6. Oh dear, here on this end of the country, my friends are all sick too with mysterious and horrid symptoms. Remember when we would get the fall thing and then life would go on? We're so protected now, the random bugs are jumping when they get the chance. This here is from my very scientific mind....be well, both of you.

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    1. I think so too, Beth. A lot of people here too have the crud. I guess it's far better than having covid, right?

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  7. Ok Ms, Sniffle Head, you must take one of your plumpest chickens and make a good Jewish Mama soup . You will be well in no time! I swear by chicken soup for just about everything that ails. Be well soon. My heart goes out to August, I have had pneumonia and it is so awful.I wrap him up in warm soft thoughts and love.

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    1. I don't think he has pneumonia. I sure hope he doesn't!
      Wait. Are you suggesting I slay one of my own chickens? I suppose if I was starving...
      But I believe in chicken soup too.

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  8. Hi, Mary--

    We're in similar headspaces tonight. Slow days are sweet days, though--and with sun-dried sheets, a good husband, and good food, all the better.

    'Hope August is on the mend soon. ♥

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  9. I'm glad I'm not the only one who had the picture issue!

    I'm so sorry that you (and everyone else) are still struggling with the mystery bug. That's a drag. I hope you all feel better soon.

    I remember going out to clubs and bars and restaurants as a young person and thinking, "Why don't I ever see older people at these places?" And I vowed that I'd keep going out even when I got older. And now I'm older and I'm not the least bit interested!

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    1. I am starting to think there is no end to this virus.
      I can remember having those same thoughts, Steve. It absolutely never occurred to me that one day I would really, honestly, totally rather stay home. In fact, I would PAY to stay home.

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  10. I'd bring you those oysters and grits if I could! Hope you're feeling better by the time you read this and that poor August is on the mend as well. XOXO

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    1. Thank you, Yolie! I appreciate that. I would share those oysters and grits with you.

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  11. Hope you are all feeling well again soon. Relax and enjoy your peaceful home.
    I will work on Christmas cards today and I am putting up decorations slowly but surely. I find that I am quite lazy these days. You can be too if you want! :)

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    1. I can't even fathom doing cards or decorating. Ugh. So- you're way ahead of me.

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  12. I hope you get well soon and also wishes for August's quick recovery.

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  13. And so it goes... What a lovely line.

    Not sure about fried oysters though; never heard of those before.

    Take care

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    1. I've always like "so it goes". It just sort of sums up everything, doesn't it?
      Ooh- fried oysters are the most succulent and delicious things you can imagine. Trust me on this.

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  14. Oh I do hope August is ok - probably the best thing do take him to hospital and get it checked out. And you too, hope you feel better soon!

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  15. I know you hate this phrase, but I'm going to say it anyway--I'm sending healing vibes to you and the fam. It's so sincere and full of love i trust it will transcend the triteness of the phrase itself. Hugs, dear Mary. Rest up. No more weeding pulling till you're back in fighting form, ok? (I know you wont listen lol)

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    1. I will take your healing vibes any day because I know that you will actually envision the healing and think of me family. I just love you.
      And I haven't pulled any weeds in the past two days. Of course I feel guilty.

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