Here is a true fact: Every time I sit down to write my blog post I am at least a little bit excited.
Some posts are harder to write than others for reasons ranging from going through hard times to having had the most boring day in the entire history of the universe. But I am always curious to see what will come to light on the page. I almost never know in advance. I may have an idea as with yesterday when there were a few things I wanted to clear up but as always happens, things arose from that discussion that I had no idea would appear. I was that kid in school who loved to write essays. Everyone else would groan and moan about an essay assignment but I would smile to myself and think, "Yesssssssss!" Even though I was a kid who had been trained to keep secrets from the age of six, or possibly before then, I could express myself on paper to the extent that I allowed myself to do. And oh, how I loved my English teachers. Almost all of them made me feel better about myself with their comments on my writing and I needed that desperately.
Not so different from today. There are still things I do not write about but I love expressing myself and I love comments. I think this is probably true for all of us who blog.
And once again, I have no idea where that little piece of random stream-of-consciousness came from but there we are.
So. What's the deal with the coffee maker? Obviously, it is brand new. Which is sort of true and sort of not. A long time ago, possibly even a year ago, I bought that thing at Costco when they went on sale because although it was not identical to the one I had it was close enough- just a newer model. I've loved that coffee maker for years. I have no idea how many years. And it still sort of works but it's started getting funky and besides that, you could not read the different labels for the controls which we knew by heart but when others came to house-sit and were presented with that lack of basic written information, they were stymied. Buttons were pushed at random until something happened. So today when the coffee got made and the warming burner beneath it didn't stay on, I said, "I know what to do," and I went and got the new coffee maker from the closet where I'd stashed it (can you believe I remembered where it was?) and unpacked it and read the instructions- mostly- and ran a pot of water through it as per those instructions. I set the clock and Mr. Moon can program it to start brewing whatever time he wants. He gets up earlier than I do and thus, is in charge of the nightly setting up of the coffee maker.
So that's the most exciting news from our house today. I barely did a damn thing. I worked on my jigsaw puzzle a little and I watched a little TV and did a tiny bit of embroidery. I did the crossword and I swear, I have no idea what else I did. I was lazy. And I didn't feel guilty at all. Mr. Moon was fairly lazy too, although he did vacuum-seal more snapper for the freezer. We're going to have to give some of this fish away. We have enough snapper for months and it can be a delicate matter to keep it frozen for too long without getting freezer burn taste. He always swears he doesn't taste it but I do and I cannot abide that.
But we've been jokey and lovey today and there were biscuits and grits and eggs and bacon for Sunday brunch. And all of this adds up to something close to perfection for me.
According to the kids, there's a wicked storm going on in Tallahassee and yet, here we are fifteen miles away with nothing but darker skies. This is what summer always used to be like in this part of Florida- almost daily late afternoon rains. And oh yes, now I hear thunder but it's a distant rumble.
The Weatherfords are not so far away according to Jessie's last text. I can't believe they're going to be home. When I was a young divorced mother, and Hank and May would go off to their father's house for a day or so, I would literally have to shut off all thoughts of them which of course was impossible but I got pretty good at a kind of dissociation from the reality of them being gone and I think I still do that when my kids or grandkids are gone for awhile. It's a coping mechanism and although it does work to a certain degree, the beginnings and the ends of these times away are difficult. I have to adjust my thinking, my very reality.
But it won't be long before those two guys are busting into my kitchen and asking where Boppy is. And I think it's Gibson's turn to come spend the night with us now that they're back from California.
Life goes on, doesn't it?