Quite A Sunday

So to continue the theme of me feeling like I'm walking around with a big old "L" on my forehead, I missed Owen at work today. 
Seriously. 
How did this happen? you may ask. 
Well, it was a combination of factors. I'd gotten a message from an old friend a few days ago saying she was going to be in Tallahassee this weekend and she'd like to stop by and say hey to me on her way out in the early afternoon. Now this is a very interesting woman. We are not nor have ever been that close, but I like her and she's unique and funny and I do enjoy it when I see her. So I told her about Owen and how I wanted to go see him but a short visit would be lovely. 
I figured that if he was going to work at 10:45 this morning, he'd work at least four hours, and so I'd be safe leaving here around 1:30 which I did. As I left, I texted him to tell him we were on our way (Mr. Moon was in his own car so that he could go see Tom after we saw Owen) and he answered, "I'm so sorry. I just got off work."
Well, hell. Damn, damn, double damn, triple damn, hell. 

And no, he got no pictures of his first day of work. 

So yes, I feel like a loser and a terrible Mermer although he said it was fine and I told him to tell me when he'd be working next and I know I'll get to see him at work soon. 
And I had a good time talking to Michelle. Not more than five minutes after we sat down on the porch we were discussing politics, sexual abuse of children, non-protecting mothers, patriotism, religion, and her granny whom she adored. I think that's why she likes me. I probably remind her a little of her granny who half raised her on a farm and who was full of wisdom and love and experience and recipes and an excellent work ethic. It just occurred to me that I share very few of those attributes but I am old. Michelle is who she is because of her granny. When she died, Michelle did a thing on FB of 101 Days of Granny where every day for a hundred and one days she posted a little thing about her grandmother and the things she'd taught her and her memories of her from childhood and adulthood when she'd bring Granny to her place and take care of her for awhile. It was a beautiful relationship. 
So that was all good but I'm still very upset I didn't get to see Owen on his first day of work. I continued on to Publix, though, and did my shopping. 

Mr. Moon says that Tom is convinced he's going home tomorrow. I am not sure how this is going to work. I'm almost certain he'll have to sign himself out against medical advice. He wants his friend who lives in town to come pick him up and drive him to where he parked his car near the hospital when he drove himself to the ER so that he can drive himself home. Glen talked to the friend about this who said, "I didn't know anything about this," AND "Is that even legal?"
I take it that it's very hard for Tom to communicate but I guess he and Glen are working it out. 

Have y'all seen the documentary "American Symphony" on Netflix about Jon Batiste? 
Batiste came into my consciousness a few years ago. He was the band leader for Stephen Colbert's Late Show for many years but I think he was just part of a zeitgeist that I somehow picked up on. This video started making the rounds on social media and I fell more than a little in love with him.

 

Then I saw a few more videos of him and then he got 11 Grammy nominations in 2021 and now there's a documentary about him, his life, and the woman he loves. 

I can only watch it in segments because it is too powerfully emotional to take in at once. I don't want to spoil anything but I will say that he is a very, very special human being with tremendous talent and faith and perseverance. And his heart is as big and as beautiful as his smile which may be the best smile ever given to a human on this earth. My god, but he is a gorgeous human being in all regards. Jessie recently saw the doc too and we were texting about it this evening and she said, "He's definitely something special. He's a very positive being, and it seems like that was just pushed upon him in this life."

Yes. 
Here's the trailer. 

Perhaps Mr. Moon and I will finish it tonight. There will be tears.
From both of us.

Okay. I need to go make our supper.

Same recipe I used forty years ago when I made Mr. Moon the first meal he ever ate at my table. Tonight, as I did then, I will alter it in my own way, and use turkey instead of chicken. I've had this recipe so long that the first time I made it was in the trailer that my ex and I lived in right after May was born so...1978. 

Tried and true. My friend Cindy gave me the recipe. I was at one of her births and WE TOOK BELLY-DANCING CLASSES TOGETHER! 
Dang. We were so cute. You should have seen me in the belly-dancing costume I made with it's coin-jingly bra. I can't believe I did that. 

Now watch that documentary. If you can. If you want to. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. The roses in the photo at the top of the page were picked today. Yes. I still have roses blooming. I'm going to have to prune them soon anyway.