Saturday, February 12, 2022

Life Is But A Dream


I took zero pictures today so I'm giving you one that came up on my FaceBook memories this morning. That was August and his Bop, five years ago. I can hardly stand to look at it for fear that the cuteness will kill me dead. Was August ever, really, that darling little almost-pudgy bebe? 
Yes, yes he was. 

Another dreary-weather day here. And I did very little again. I just can't get excited about doing things when it's this gray. I actually watched a movie- "The Tender Bar" and did some crocheting. I really enjoyed the movie. I'd read the book sometime back and enjoyed it too and I think the movie did a good job of capturing the spirit of it. I thought the cast was superb and didn't even recognize Ben Affleck for a long while but I thought he did a very fine job. As to the crocheting- well, it could be a potholder or I might just go crazy and turn it into a shawl. Who knows? Remember all that yarn I bought at Wag The Dog a while back? I've still got it and it's still beautiful yarn. Natural fibers, a grand assortment. I wish I was craftswoman enough to do justice to it. 

Mr. Moon and Owen got up at 4:30 and hit the woods. They had a great time. Owen did shoot a duck (I won't show you the picture but he looks very proud) and then they went out for a huge breakfast. 


Owen got shrimp and grits which reminds me of when he was just a tiny boy and ate his first fried shrimp in a restaurant. We'd been to the beach and stopped to eat on the way home and he was so tired that he fell asleep over his shrimp but every now and then he'd wake up and eat a few more shrimp because he loved them so. 
He ate a lot of chicken and dumplings last night and salad too. And then his purple cow. He's so grown up. After he took his shower and I was kissing him good night, I asked him with seeming seriousness if he needed me to read him "The Little Red Hen Makes A Pizza" and he said, "No, I think I'm alright. But thanks!"

Bitter sweet. 

After my fellas had their breakfast they went to a monster truck thing at the Civic Center that Hank had provided tickets for. He got them through his work place. Have I told you he's working at a print shop? He loves it. He's in his element there. Anyway, he asked Lily if she wanted them for her and the the kids and she did and Boppy went too. 


I think they had a good time. Mr. Moon sent me some short clips of monster trucks doing monster things and I texted back, "Why do people do that?" He responded, "I do not know."

So much about life today that I just don't understand but I'd probably feel the same way if I was living in Tudor England. 

I finally posted today on the FaceBook group about Sebastian and Roseland to ask if anyone knew anything about Fossil Island and the man whom I remember as a teenager (we are now FB friends) responded. I knew he'd know and he did. He remembered exactly where the island was and had also collected fossils there. Mammoth molars and other things. He said that it had been a relatively newly pumped up spoil island and that there were all sorts of animal fossils there, not just mammoths. I asked him if he thought the island was still there and he said he didn't think so as it never treed over and was a very low island. That it had probably become perhaps a sandbar and everything on it would be covered in algae now, as well as barnacles and oysters. So it's no wonder that people don't know about it. A lot of other people responded to the post, although none had actually known about that island in particular. Turns out that there are quite a few fossils found in that entire area. 
I'm telling you- that was an amazing place to grow up in. 

I woke up this morning from a dream which featured my usual themes- fear of abandonment, fear of losing a child, fear of getting lost in general, but also new ones such as intense dislike of being in crowds and of shopping as a mainly recreational activity. Also, the setting was completely new. It's as if my brain has been building a circus funhouse of a huge, underground shopping center with scary clowns and bizarre monsters and unveiled it for me with great and colorful ceremony. 
I did not like it and if there is anyway for me to strike that set and go back to my sort-of haunted house, I'd really like that. I've never been any good at lucid dreaming and I suppose I should read up on the subject. I can, sometimes, let myself know in a dream that I am, in fact, dreaming but that doesn't seem to stop the action or the attached emotions. 

Somehow none of this has affected my great joy at getting into my bed every night. I am always a little wary of what may come to me as I sleep, but I accept that as part of the great relief and comfort of letting everything go for the hours I'm in bed, wrapped in covers and snuggled into pillows with my husband and sometimes a cat with me. Those moments between awakeness and sleep with their spacey thought and image drifts are always a pleasure for me. 

Well. Still miles to go before I sleep. As Robert Frost said. Or at least hours. 

I better get on with what needs to be done before that sweet time arrives. 

Love...Ms. Moon

28 comments:

  1. What a lovely baby he was. And that expression! Lovely.

    Wondering if you'll crochet some of that good yarn..

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    1. I hope so! Otherwise I might as well send it to you! You would do it justice, I know.

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  2. If you were living in Tudor England you would have to learn how to dance round a maypole holding a long ribbon that you would cleverly weave with the other dancers' ribbons. You also wouldn't have toothpaste or underarm deodorant and there'd be no "Publix" stores to visit.

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    1. Well, the Maypole dancing might be okay but the rest would SUCK!

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  3. That is a cute photo of August with Mr. Moon and Owen looks very grown up in his. I can't wait to see what becomes of that yarn.

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    1. Well, stayed tuned about the yarn!
      Wasn't August adorable? And you're right- Owen does look so grown up.

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  4. In my late teens i crocheted a few things - a big shawl is one thing I remembers. I didn't enjoy the process, though, so didn't do much. I think I would enjoy now, but I have no need for crocheted or knitted items. Just thinking about yarn makes me sweat! It might be just the thing you need to do on a cold, grey day, Mary!

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    1. Exactly! Although honestly we do not have much need for knitted or crocheted items most of the year either. Now and then we do, though. But I can't just sit and watch TV. I have to be doing something with my hands.

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  5. If you ask my sister why "they" do such things, she generally will reply "because they can", and I've decided that is the best answer.

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    1. We often use that phrase too. "Because they can."

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  6. It's a shame that island has been lost for now, but perhaps it will resurface some time in the future.

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    1. Well, I am learning that there are many places with fossils in that general area. So interesting!

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  7. I admire Lily for going to the Monster Truck show. I think my boys will never forgive me for not taking them to it when it made the rounds in southern California.

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    1. Oh, you bad mother! Haha! If it had been up to me, those kids never would have seen a monster truck in their lives until they got old enough to go see them on their own.

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  8. I looked up that movie and will be watching it. I enjoy movies like that.

    I'm working on a multi colored afghan which keeps getting bigger and bigger but I'm having a hard time finding the wool I need. Maybe it's time to look online.

    I dreamed that I lost my middle daughter. She went into the water, I dove in after her but I could never find her. I searched for her for years, going back to the same place, learning how to breathe water but still I could never find her. We talked on the phone yesterday for an hour. Her diagnosis has softened her and she's enjoying her life.

    As an aside, her work place laid off a bunch of people but not her because she had just told them her diagnosis. I'm guessing they didn't want to be accused of discrimination or maybe she just ticks off their disabled box now as an inclusive work place. Who knows?

    It was lovely to talk to her. I miss her.

    Sending hugs.

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    1. Oh, that dream! You even learned to breathe underwater to find her! A therapist told me once that water, in dreams, represents emotion and that would make some sense. I am so glad that she is letting you back into her life some now. I'm sure she needs you and I am even more sure that you need to be there for her.
      I'm glad she didn't get laid off, no matter what the reason.

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  9. Cold and dreary here yesterday too. We watched the last episode of Boba Fett and the last two of Station Eleven.

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    1. I wonder if you would like The Tender Bar? You seem to be more action-oriented in your watching.

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  10. I am always amazed by how real are the emotions that attach to dreams. It makes me think that our waking lives might be a dream, too. Certainly it can feel as surreal.

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    1. I frequently have the same thought- is this "real" or am I still in a dream? And when people say that dreams are only our brains entertaining themselves while we sleep, I have to disagree because of the emotions thing. Obviously, we are chewing on and processing things that are important in our lives.

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  11. Because of my little visitors, we have watched Frozen and The Lion King which are movies we all enjoyed. They like to watch "Blippi" but I can only take so much of him. To quote Blippi, "So silly (giggle, giggle)"!

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    1. Oh god. Some of the shows that my grandkids love are simply awful. We all seem to agree on "Mighty Little Bheem" and "Shawn The Sheep."

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  12. I get nightmares too - although not really about my ex-husband any more. Very often I am desperately trying to protect a young baby, and that is always my second son (the more sensitive one). Goodness knows what that is all about but like you I can sometimes wake myself up by telling myself it's just a dream! As for the young men in your life, what could be better than a hunting trip and a monster truck outing?

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    1. I am constantly trying to protect or looking for a child or a baby. That may be the most prevailing theme of my dream world. I am not surprised about this.

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  13. since beginning my BP meds 2 years ago, I have had lucid dreams almost every night. Thankfully....they are not unpleasant ones.....just perplexing.....with mainly people in my life IN them....doing VERY odd things in ODD circumstances. LOL! August was so young in that pic! Lordy. And your Owen..... I want to adopt him. He is quite the young man. I loved his gentle comment *no, I think I'm alright*. A good young lad he is!
    Susan M

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    1. I think that medication can definitely affect our sleep and our dreams. I'm glad your dreams are not unpleasant! In that case, they can just be sleeping entertainment.
      Owen is a darling although his mother says that he can also be a butt. I would not doubt it but he is careful to be sweet around his grandparents. Thank goodness!

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  14. Hunting blah. But their breakfast looks great. Owen sure is a handsome guy. Monster trucks blah, but they sure are gorgeous folks.

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  15. I laughed at your exchange with Mr. Moon about monster trucks. They are a complete mystery to me too but I'm glad everyone had fun at the show. Interesting about fossil island! It's amazing what lives in our memories. I remember going to a phosphate mine in Polk County on a class field trip in elementary school and finding fossils there.

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