Yes, I realize that this is the third or fourth time I've posted a picture of a confederate rose this year but they're just so damn pink and pretty and fluffy and lovely that when I saw this one at eye level beside the porch with the light so bright on it, I had to take her picture.
It's been a very nice day. The temperature has been about perfect and the sun has been shining as if it has been specially polished just for fall. Mr. Moon's bites are better and so he's been more cheerful and of course he's one day away from leaving and so I know he's excited but I think he tries to hide that a little to prevent me from becoming jealous. We've been so sweet to each other all day long. We are generally pretty darn sweet, honestly, but between having recently gotten back from our little honeymoon get-away and knowing that we'll be apart for almost two weeks, we've treated each other with utmost appreciation and tenderness. He's finishing up his packing right now and I've roasted him some peanuts and together we made his trail mix (heavy on the M&M's) and I portioned out his daily supplements in one of those SMTWTFS pill containers.
As I told Levon yesterday, there are many ways to show that we love someone. I tell Levon a lot of things. I wonder if he'll remember any of them. Actually, I tell ALL of my grandchildren many things, hoping that some of it will lodge in their brains or at least hearts.
I bestirred myself to take a walk this morning and I did not feel quite as old and unfit as I did two days ago which was probably because it was cooler. At the post office I saw the woman I met some months ago in front of No Man Lord's place. She immediately addressed me by my name to show me she remembered me and I was pleased. I called her Boss Lady because that's what we had decided that I would call her when she'd told me her name and I told her that there was no way I was going to remember. We talked some more today. She told me that someone was stealing her dogs which is a grave and unforgivable sin and I told her about my chickens and the fox. We talked about a few more things and I asked her her name again and she told me and I may actually remember it or I may not. I sure remember her. I told her that I have a hard time remembering not only names but faces too but that I would not forget hers because she has a beautiful face and she does.
So I enjoyed that. I'd been thinking about her, wondering if I'd run into her again. I mean- Lloyd is a small place. When we left the post office, she leaned into the post mistress's window and said, "Thank you, Post Office Lady."
She's just charming.
Speaking of women who charm me- have you seen the footage of Nancy Pelosi during the January 6 insurrection at the capital saying she wants to punch Trump out?
I love this so much. Especially the part where she says she would go to jail and she would be happy. I believe her.
So it's Friday night and time for me to interrupt Mr. Moon's packing to remind him to make us a martini. I'll be making my own next Friday night. And that will be fine. Honestly, seeing him so happy makes me incredibly happy down to my bones. Knowing that he loves his life, and me, his wife, makes me feel a sense of calm peace that for most of my life, I never even dreamed I'd feel.
I did discover today that I was wrong about the number of people he's driving with- only one other guy, not three! But there will indeed be two dogs. He has promised me that they will not drive through the nights but will stop and get good sleep in a hotel.
"Thank you," I said when he told me that. "You guys are not frat boys headed down to Florida for spring break."
"No, we are not," he said. I kissed his head and stroked the beautiful face he wears that no frat boy could ever hope to approach in terms of handsomeness.
"Thank you," I said when he told me that. "You guys are not frat boys headed down to Florida for spring break."
"No, we are not," he said. I kissed his head and stroked the beautiful face he wears that no frat boy could ever hope to approach in terms of handsomeness.
I'm going to go fry him some fish and make him some grits now. Remind him of why he needs to come home safe and sound to me in this little piece of this tiny little part of the world where he has his Garage Mahal with all of his projects, his lap cat, his comfy bed, his kids and grandkids, and his wife to whom he is the most precious thing in the world.
I'd apologize for being so sappy but I can't help it.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
Not sappy. Just happy. Thr human version of a confederate rose! Enjoy your martini.
ReplyDeleteMartini's enjoyed! Thank you, Liz.
DeleteI love the term "Garage Mahal". It made me chuckle. My brother in France has such a temple where he worships whenever he has the chance to do so. On the other hand, I'm more of an arty farty guy. I have never been into engines and associated problem solving. More likely to make a nice watercolour or a poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, you and Mr. Moon are definitely two different types of people. I never really imagined I'd marry such a traditional "manly" man but- the heart wants what it wants. And it is comforting to know that he can fix almost anything.
Deletein NO WAY are you ever sappy! It's just the loving person you are.....and Mr Moon too. I love how you help him prepare..... and I know he appreciates the love and food you send him off with......along with anticipation of his happy homecoming after his adventure. And.......do you snip any of your Confederate roses to bring in the house? Do they last a few days in a vase? I just snipped my very last double salmon/white carnation to bring in the house......the lonely last flower until next year. I gleaned this from a friend many years ago.....it has the true deep clove scent that I so remember from my childhood of my Mom growing carnations........ can you grow carnations there? If so, this one is a keeper for all times- I may have to send you a cutting in the mail.
ReplyDeleteThey are just sublime. Happy Martini Friday! and safe and happy travels to Mr. Moon.
Susan M
Oh, Susan! I just looked up to see if carnations can grow in Florida and some varieties appear to survive here, but they must be planted this month! As soon as temperatures rise, they die back. I will think about this. I love the way carnations smell.
DeleteI don't generally cut the confederate roses which is odd because I do cut flowers for vases frequently. Maybe I'll cut some tomorrow!
Safe and happy travels to Mr. Moon. You two will be twice as happy when he's back home again.
ReplyDeleteIt will be sweet when he gets back home to me.
Deletefunny to think if they cross in MI they'll be by us- we live between the two bridges to canada.
ReplyDeleteI have such a bad sense of geography that I really have no idea how they're getting there or where in Canada they'll be. Saskatchewan?
DeleteNot sappy at all, lovely, sweet and loving more like.
ReplyDeleteMy sister in law was bitten by a recluse spider once when she and I were hiking in the mountains. Yuck!
I really do not think his doctor was correct. It's healing up too fast to have been a brown recluse.
DeleteBe as sappy as you like, no apologies needed. I just love the way you two love each other. You "fit" like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
ReplyDeleteWe fit in so many ways, even though we are so very different. It's a mysterious thing but I am glad for it.
DeleteNothing sappy about it, just happiness. Safe travels to Mr. Moon.
ReplyDeleteYes. I was in a very happy glow yesterday.
DeleteGood to know that some people actually manage to have a loving relationship with a husband!
ReplyDeleteSafe journey Mr Moon....and come back soon.
It is possible! This morning he told me, "It's so good to still be in love." And he's right.
DeleteNot sappy at all, just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peter.
DeleteNo apologies necessary! I hope Mr. Moon enjoys his trip and I hope you enjoy your alone time. I'm glad you're getting some good weather. I can certainly see how Nancy Pelosi would feel that way, given all the hell Trump and his minions have put her (and other lawmakers) through.
ReplyDeleteDon't you know that Pelosi just hates the man? I think she really would have punched him out if given a chance that day.
DeleteI will definitely enjoy my alone time.
You have a sweet and tender longtime love. This is marriage the way we all dream it can be. And Levon and your other grands will remember everything you told them, not always consciously, but they will live from the memories you planted deep, especially the ones about love.
ReplyDeleteI never, ever dreamed that I would have a love like this. It seems like more than I ever could imagined. It's just sort of a miracle, I think.
DeleteOh, how I hope my grands live with little bits of me in them.
What's wrong with sappy?
ReplyDeleteNothing!
DeleteBeautiful, Mary. I don't understand why people have become so cynical. If you are lucky enough to love and be loved it should be shouted from the rooftops.
ReplyDeleteI do agree.
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