A Vast Disappointment

This house has five fireplaces but they have all been converted to gas which is wise, I think. It was this way when we moved here. Last night Mr. Moon got so chilly in the Glen Den that he lit the eternal logs. There's actually a sort of thermostat system that can regulate the amount of heat you want from these things and they don't stay on all the time when lit. They come and they go, as their internal works dictate. 

I found out a few weeks ago that the old series "Moonlighting" was going to be rerun on Hulu. Now let me tell you- back in the eighties, that show was radical. Cybil Shepherd played the feisty, ex-model, detective agency boss and Bruce Willis, in his break-out role, played the foil, her second-in-command who took nothing seriously. 
That was a terrible recap of the show. Sorry.
Anyway, the dialogue was so snappy, the actors perfect for the parts, Cybil with her blond hair and pastel-colored polyester dresses and heels and Bruce with his smoldering, smirking good looks. 
I loved that show. Mr. Moon loved that show. That show took the country by storm. ALL the women wanted Bruce. I'm sure the men all wanted Cybil. And of course, there was probably some cross-over in all of that. 
So last night, Mr. Moon and I sat down for our supper and excitedly tuned the show in and within the first fifteen minutes we were groaning. It was horrible! The sexism was unbelievable. What passed for naughty all-in-fun bits then would never see the light of day now. 
For good reason.
We watched as Bruce and Cybil were about to enter an apartment where known drug dealers and tough guys were hanging out. Bruce wants Cybil to stay in the car because...of course. Cybil insists that she goes in too. Because...of course.
She says that she can be tough. She can carry off that look. And then, next thing you know, Bruce is unbuttoning her blouse a few buttons, and then, he's on his knees in front of her, RIPPING THE HEM OFF HER SKIRT! 
Because of course tough chicks wear sexy clothes that don't make them look like detective agency bosses who used to be models and the hems on women's skirts just rip right off.

Glen and I looked at each other and I said, "This is terrible!" 

He said, "It is!" And we just started laughing and turned it off. 

I guess despite the way everything feels these days, some things have definitely changed and what we used to consider to be smart and sexy and funny is now just ridiculous. 

I feel sad. I really wanted to re-love that show.

It's also so very sad to think of Bruce Willis now, suffering so horribly from a neurological disease, unable to even communicate when he and Cybil used to both memorize pages and pages of fast dialogue and deliver it convincingly in front of a camera, week after week, after week. 

Well. 

Today was a day to do laundry. I washed the hunting garments and hung them on the line because deer can smell things. That's how I think of it. They smell things. And human smells make them wary and apt to run. I also washed all the bedding because Mr. Moon got a bad case of the hives while he was working out today and even though I felt sure that it had nothing to do with our sheets, I figured I might as well. The only thing he ate this morning was cereal with a banana and I doubt that made him break out. It happened very suddenly. He sent me a picture and called me and said it itched so much that he couldn't work out and I told him to go to an Urgent Care which he grudgingly did but while he was waiting to see someone, the rash disappeared faster than it had come on so he left. Who knows what that was all about?  
He's not typically a reactive person. 

Anyway, we have clean sheets, pillowcases, blankets, and quilt. 

I worked a tiny bit outside weeding. I've chopped the vegetables I need to chop to make egg rolls tonight. I made two loaves of banana bread because I had some big 'ol past-their-due-dates bananas. Why do we feel that we're being thrifty if we take some practically rotten fruit and mix it up with five dollars worth of other ingredients and bake it? 
Well, yes. Banana bread is good. There is that. Especially with a cinnamon-sugar topping. 

I'll take a loaf over to Jessie's tomorrow when I go to pick up the boys at school. That can be their treat although they'll let me know that anything chocolate would have been better. 

Since Candy cleaned off the little coffee table in the library, I've been thinking it needs a nice arrangement on it. So today I did this. 

That is exactly what I was wanting to do. 

Can you see Maurice in her pillow nest? That's her place. 

That arrangement reminds me of the way my granny's friends used to use the tropical flowers and plants they found in Roseland as decoration. 
It's been a bonus year for the pinecone lilies. 

I better get in that kitchen and make some egg rolls. I'll wok the vegetables and tofu, wrap it all up in the wrappers I buy at Publix, and bake them in the air fryer. 
One of our favorite meals. 

Love...Ms. Moon