In Which I Get Just A Little Bit Bitchy

Here's a picture of Maggie that Lily sent in a group text yesterday and I was going to post it but I forgot because I felt poorly. I do realize that's a grammatical error. I have to tell you that people who lose their shit over grammatical errors bug me. Around here, "feeling poorly" does not mean you are no good at feeling things. It means you're under the weather.
But back to the grammar police. 
I remember one time I was with a group of women and one of them said, "I could never date a guy who ended his sentences in a preposition." 
"Really?" I asked. "My husband wouldn't know a preposition if one jumped over the fence and bit him but I've never met a better man in my life."
And it's true. When we judge someone because their grammar isn't perfect (and really- who's is?) we are absolutely ignoring so many factors such as where the person was raised, who the person was raised by, what the educational system was like where they grew up, what the culture was, what emphasis was put on things like grammar? Mr. Moon's dad had to quit school in something like the sixth grade because he needed to start earning money. He probably worked on a farm. His mother was a single mother who ran her own business, making brooms. Making brooms, y'all! In a barn! Did she and her three children feel the need to make sure their English was perfect?
I doubt it. 
They were probably far more interested in making sure there was enough to eat and a roof over their heads. 
I loved the way Glen's mom and dad talked. They were country and it was beautiful. His mama had so many different phrases that she used that I'd never heard before or since and I use them myself now. When anyone would get sick she'd caution them to take it easy and truly recover because if you didn't, the illness would "go back on you." Her doctor knew her from "A to Izzard." She called lactating breasts "dinners." 
Instead of feeling all superior around her and Mr. Moon's daddy, I felt honored to be around people who were so very much themselves in every way and who were so loving and accepting and giving. They had a lot to teach me and grammar played no part in any of it. 

So I guess you could say that instead of judging people on their grammar, I judge people who judge people for their grammar. 
Ha! 

Phew. Didn't mean to go off on that tangent but I did. 

The picture of Maggie shows her wearing the unicorn costume her mama made her for Unicorn Day at school where the children were invited to dress up if they wanted. Of course she didn't tell Lily until 6 p.m. the evening before. But Lily, with her skill, talent, imagination, stash of craft items, and Maggie's already heavily unicorn-themed wardrobe, was able to create that magnificence in time for school the next morning. She's amazing. 

I knew I had to get to town today to get everything I needed for Sunday's gathering so I did my chores early-ish. Once again I got seduced and distracted by the fat, purple berries on the mulberry tree and picked another gallon. This is how many berries I have in my refrigerator now:

I should have put something in the picture for scale. That orange vintage Tupperware will only fit on the top shelf of my refrigerator due to its height and the less-vintage, clear Tupperware on the right holds the same amount if not more. 

I just cannot seem to let those berries go to waste. 

I washed sheets and towels and other laundry, went to the dump, all that regular stuff. And then I went to Costco where Brenda was set up selling sunglasses and she looked especially gorgeous today. She says she's good at selling sunglasses which is why they put her there and I am sure she is. I asked her if she gets a commission and she said she did not but she was okay with that. Selling sunglasses is easier than stocking the dairy room, I'm sure. She hugged me and I got teary-eyed. 
"I love you," she said, and I said, "You are a light on this earth."

Although Costco was filled with people, I got in and out pretty quickly. I did not get bogged down wondering if I should buy kilos of jelly beans or vats of spinach and artichoke dip although I would love a vat of spinach and artichoke dip and would eat half of it myself. Which is why I don't buy it. 

And then I went to Publix and that took longer because it just takes me forever to get out of there. I finally did, came home, unloaded the car, put everything away, dealt with laundry, made up the bed, and started spaghetti sauce for our supper. 
Hurray! I feel like a champion! 
Or something. 

I am feeling much better today although not 100%. It's odd. When I don't eat, my stomach starts hurting a little but I really don't have much of an appetite. I'm sure I've lost at least twenty or thirty pounds, right? 

And so it's Friday and Good Friday, in fact. Happy Day They Crucified Our Lord. 
It is just such a mystery to me why Christians have made the murder of their supposed savior into a sacred day. 
I mean- sure- I get it. Jesus had to die to save us from our sins and that's why his dad, GOD, sent him down here to be born from a virgin in the first place so his cruel death has great and huge meaning and by his suffering we are saved and so on and so forth but then not only did he get resurrected, which I do not begrudge him for at all, but what in hell was his death really worth when you consider all the rules that Christian churches give you to follow or else you'll go to hell or whatever? Obviously, he did not save us from our sins so what's the point? 

I'm sorry. I am just so over all the myths and churches making money off the poor and shaming people for being human beings who do human things and complete hypocrites showing their supposed devotion by wearing crosses around their necks and dangling from their ears. 

As Tom Robbins said once, if the Jesus story had happened in our day, we'd all be wearing gold electric chairs on gold chains. 

But yeah, whatever. 

Martini time. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon