Oh, My Darling May!

I was so very remiss in getting any pictures of May today. I didn't even get a picture of her dark, summer green toenails! We were having so much fun that I didn't even think about pictures. 
As you can see, I picked out a lovely periwinkle  blue with a bit of lavender, a bit of glitter to it. I believe the name of the shade was "Show Us Your Tips!" I've just looked it up and yes, that is indeed the name and it is from the OPI New Orleans collection which makes sense to me. It's funny because I almost always choose an OPI dark red named "I'm Not Really A Waitress!" so they sort of go together in some odd, not-really way.

May and I just chattered like two birds on a branch, discussing anything and everything. I probably talked way too much. I do that. But we sure did laugh a lot and it was so good for me in body and in spirit to spend time with my Maysie. We are so much alike in many ways. I know I've related this before but I always say that if both of us are in a room, one of us is redundant. 
It's sort of true. 
And she made me cry. She brought me my birthday present which was wrapped in a beautiful bit of golden cloth and tied with a pretty twine. The cloth may be a shawl, or it may be the dream of a Golden Orb Weaver. Either way, I am sure it will soon be going up on a window here soon. 
But what was wrapped up was a signed and numbered print done by an artist that May went to high school with named Monica Rios. It is so perfect in all regards for me. 

The name of the painting is "Sea Nativity" and it is all there. The baby at the breast, the moon and stars, the sea creatures including the octopus which I have become increasingly fascinated and enchanted by, and the turtle. Years and years ago I read a book by a local author and knower-of-all-things-about-the-sea, Jack Rudloe. I have written about him before. He's written several books but the one I'm talking about right now is this one.

It is a beautiful book. 

And there is Turtle Mother in the picture with the mermaid mother and Poseidon and even my beloved banana plants with their exotic, erotic blossoms. 

Oh, May. She knows me so well. 

After I dried my eyes, we went to a Mediterranean cafe that I love. I got the same thing I always get, which is the vegetarian platter and it is one of my favorite things on earth to eat. And there we talked some more and when we finally separated, I was filled in spirit, soul, and belly. 

Of course then I had to go to Costco and to Publix and I'm so upset with myself because I forgot several things EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE ON MY LIST that I read through at least three times just to make sure I had everything. 
Are you kidding me? 

I brought everything home and after I'd put it all away, I started my new list with the things I'd forgotten. Jesus, Mary! (And Joseph too.)

I am tired. Very tired. Perhaps even a little Covid tired. And maybe I still have some Covid brain which is a good thing to blame the forgotten grocery items on. No, I don't have dementia! I have Covid Brain! 
As I told Mr. Moon after we'd both turned seventy, the good thing was that at least now we don't have to worry about early onset dementia. We're already too old for that diagnosis. Have I already said this here? I hope not but I would not be surprised if I had.  

Anyway, on we go. 

Love...Ms. Moon