A Holiday Marked On My Calendar

It has been an unusual day for me in that I went to town twice. I did not mind this in the least and probably because I had no desire to work in the garden and also because I had a most strange and disturbing and yet powerful dream this morning and I needed to switch channels, as it were, in my brain. 
The dream had Ross in it and he was there seemingly just to enter the ocean and while dreaming, I knew that he was gone and that it was an absolute amazement that he would come back at all. But he did, for a moment, and then into the ocean he dove and disappeared while dolphins swam and cavorted up and down the beach. 
The second part of the dream was connected to Ross but I am not going to say how, it just had someone in it who was very much a part of his life. This person has either (in real life) just gotten out of prison or is about to get out of prison and his sentence has been long. 
Over thirty years, I think. 
And this person was a friend of mine whom I thought I knew very, very well, and I had no idea he was doing the things he was doing that got him arrested and I've never quite recovered from that. I suppose it is easy to say that we can never really know someone but trust me when I say- FUCK! 

Well, so there he was and in one scene of the dream he talked me into taking a hit off a crack pipe and I did, and then immediately fell to the floor and I could see the very nap of the carpet as my head got closer and closer to it which is an odd detail, isn't it? 
Let me hasten to add that although I did have a short history with the friendlier drugs like weed and psychedelics, I have never even SEEN a crack pipe, much less hit one. So, so, odd. 

My first trip to town was only to Publix. Mr. Moon left this afternoon to go fishing and he needed some things and I was being in a very good-wifey mood and volunteered to go get them. Cut-up watermelon, a prescription, etc. He would do this for me anytime. He never fails to call me when he's on his way home to ask if I need anything from town and when I do, he never complains, but stops at the store and gets whatever I've asked for and brings it home. 

My second trip was to pick up Hank to take him to the doctor for a check-up. He and Rachel only have one car and so occasionally he needs a ride. I hadn't seen him for awhile so I had no problem with that and we chatted on our way there, and after his appointment we stopped at a different Publix so he could pick up a few things and we talked our way through that little trip too. I enjoyed it! 

That is the only picture I've taken today. A new cat decided to snooze in our backyard and for some reason, I am taken with this little beasty. It looks like a teenager and it got up at one point to go sip from the bowl of water I keep for whoever from the animal kingdom might need a drink. My initial reaction was to set out food but I know what would happen if the cat started hanging around regularly which is the same thing that happened to Sheba which is that Maurice and Jack would do whatever they they thought they needed to do to get rid of the invader. 
And there will be blood. 

BUT, none of this is really what I came here to talk about. 
Guess who turned 80 years old today? (Thank you, dear A.)

This beautiful boy. That was in 1972 and he was already being asked when he would quit going onstage to play rock and roll. I mean...uh, you're going to be thirty soon? 

If you go HERE you can (theoretically) see his Glimmer Twin, Keith, wishing him a happy birthday. 

I turned eighteen in 1972 and the Rolling Stones were already a large presence in my life. I honestly cannot remember the first time I ever heard a Rolling Stones song. It's like with the Beatles- just all of a sudden there they were like the moon and stars and water and air. As if the world had simply been patiently waiting, just twiddling its thumbs, for them to arrive and change the world. 

They changed my world. 
To be succinct, Mick Jagger gave me the permission to direct my sexuality where I wanted to. He was beyond naughty. He was nasty. He moved like a snake and he sang like someone that I would definitely let go farther than was acceptable. This was at the time when I was being abused and also being told (by my abuser) that looking at boys, that boys looking at me, was wrong and that I must not do it. Forget dating or kissing or any of that other stuff. 
But then, there was Mick, making it quite clear that doing that other stuff was not just okay, but was pretty much the secret to life. 

As dear Beth Coyote says, she saw the Rolling Stones when she was young and Mick Jagger WAS sex. 
And he was. He was bending genders before genders were anything besides what the doctor called you when you were born, based on your external genitals. Mostly. The world could hardly deal with his eye-liner, his hair, his sweet little ass. 

And yes, he borrowed and stole so much of his persona from Black blues musicians and people like Little Richard and James Brown. But by god he gave them credit and by god, he led so very many of us to the sources of that river. 

And now, he's eighty, which by human standards is a rather advanced age. And yet, he's still redefining what it means to be a musician, a rock star, a man. He's been in the studio making more music, he's got a six year old son whose mother is a young ballerina who appears to be very much in love with him, a few thousand children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and no, he's never been what a man is supposed to be and that's because he is Mick Jagger and no one else is. 

I don't "really" believe in astrology but Happy Birthday, Mick, you absolute most Leo of all Leo's. 

Thanks. 

Love...Ms. Moon