Sunday, January 12, 2025

The Sun Came Back



Aging beautifully.

Well, damn! Seems like my last few posts have raised a ruckus and I have learned something that I was totally unaware of which is that there appear to be a lot of people who would simply rather not discuss sex in any way, shape, or fashion, much less read about it.

I was honestly blown away by this. The whole point of my first post about "On All Fours" is that there was a part in it that so deeply moved me that I burst into tears in my kitchen, listening to it. I can't remember this ever happening before, or at least not with such sudden intensity, in all of my reading life. I mean- we all cried when Beth died in "Little Women," right? But this was different. It arose from such a different place than I expected the book to go and I say that as one of the highest compliments I could give an author. And perhaps it took all of the exhaustion and absurdity and minute detail of what came before that moment for it to happen. 
This will probably be the last thing I'll write about the book. If any of y'all ever read it and want to discuss it, I'd love that. My e-mail address is right up there beside my picture underneath and to the right of the header. 

And also, I think I may have gotten my first real troll. I feel like I've finally arrived! Anonymous commented yesterday that I was selfish for not accompanying my husband to the funeral which- talk about absurd. I told Glen about it and he burst out laughing. Why would anyone think they know how the dynamics of my marriage work to that extent? I do admit that I am selfish at times but who isn't? 
I am not selfish with my love for him. You can bet on that.

It's been a better day. Glen got up early to go duck hunting, as he does this time of year on Sundays. He picked up Gibson on his way because he said he wanted to go. I was surprised. Gibson hasn't shown much interest in hunting but he really did want to and Glen brought him all sorts of warm clothing because it was 27 degrees when he woke up and he didn't want the boy to freeze. He sent me a picture later on in the morning. 


The hunter's reward! Glen said that Gibson really did seem to enjoy himself although he didn't even pull a trigger. He didn't want to and of course his grandfather would not try to encourage him if he wasn't enthusiastic about the idea. Also, Gibson took the ducks that Glen shot home and hopefully, he and Lily or Jason will help him cook them. 

I slept so late that Maurice had to come and wake me up. I guess she thought I was dead. Then she jumped in the bed with me and I made the mistake AGAIN of petting her which she seemed to enjoy (she always does) until she bit me and then, when I yelled and pulled my arm back she grabbed the arm with her lethal claws and now I have bloodstains on my pillow case. 
There is something deeply wrong with that cat. 

And, when I got up (right after that), I looked outside to see the entire back yard covered in frost. The weather forecast had said that it would only get down to 31 but no, as I said earlier, it got down to at least 27, perhaps a degree or so colder. 
My poor porch plants. 
Sigh. 

But the sky was blue and the air was crisp, not so soggy with moisture that the cold found its way into my bones as it had yesterday. I even worked outside for awhile. I was in the sun and by golly, I got so warm that I took off my jacket, and then my long-sleeved shirt and worked in a tank top. And overalls, of course. It was heaven. 

Mr. Moon stopped on his way home from the funeral yesterday at the seafood place and bought some shrimp and blue crab claws so I think I'll cook some shrimp tonight. I've got greens from the garden which is tolerating the cold with seemingly complete indifference and so there will be salad too for which I am extremely grateful. 


I am such a dumb ass. But at least this time I was swift and no blood has been spilled. 

Love...Ms. Moon

35 comments:

  1. A troll. You have made it in blogland.
    I dont' understand people getting their knickers in a knot over someone else's opinions and the way they lead their lives. Comment, agree or disagree but leave the personal attacks out of it.
    Speaking of attacks - do you trim Maurice's claws? I am guess not because - Maurice! I find when I clip my two their claws are less likely to get stuck in my skin when they become "affectionate". Mind you the blood loss during the process sort of makes up for it.

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    1. And they always hide under the cloak of anonymity.
      I would not even try to trim Maurice's nails, even if she was unconscious. Nope.

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  2. Cats is cats.

    I always think it is interesting that someone feels compelled to add their two cents to somebody else's life. There are always going to be those folks who know better.

    Tim did the same with William. He gave him the opportunity. William liked the time with his grandpa, but he wasn't really all that interested in hunting. And that's okay. There's all kinds of kinds.

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    1. Yes. It's all about being outside and hanging with the grandfather, I think. I love that.

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  3. I wonder if it's more about being with Mr Moon than anything, or maybe just seeing what hunting is all about.

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    1. Yes. You are right. Gibson is such a middle child, having an older brother and a little sister, the only girl, who is the boss of everyone so getting to hang out with Boppy is terrific. And I love that he braved the cold. It must have been freezing on that lake.

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  4. You remind me of my sister. She sends her husband off on his own to weddings, reunions, funerals, even parties. Now that his driving is limited, she takes him or he stays home.

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    1. Right? Who cares if the couple finds the arrangement suits them? And that can and does apply to a lot of different things.

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  5. Ah Maurice, the games you play, with your unfair advantage of razor sharp claws. What is that which Gibson is eating? I see a pancake base but don't recognise anything else, except the little pots of jam. Unless they aren't jam? I'm glad it got warm enough in you garden today.

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    1. Gibson is eating pancakes and fried chicken. Those are little cups of syrup. Glen said it was on the menu as a breakfast item so...

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  6. Gibson just wanted to hang with his Boppy! Gotta love that.

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  7. They burnt the pancakes! Kid looks happy though and that’s great

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    1. Yes, they do look a little well done, don't they?

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  8. The troll is an idiot, but too bad it actually makes you feel the need to explain your relationship. The talk about sex didn’t put me off the book, it was your description that did that. I don’t think I want to read an entire book for only one powerful passage. I’ll just read that passage. Gibson just wanted to hang out with Glen, wear camo, and eat ... Are those pancakes and chicken?!?

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    1. I don't think that book would be for you. The passage that struck me so hard was between two mothers who had both had babies with an incredibly rare complication.
      You're right about Gibson and yes, those are pancakes and fried chicken. Chicken and waffles is definitely a thing but I'd never seen chicken and pancakes. Not much difference, really.

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    2. I hadn’t even heard of chicken and waffles until maybe 20 years ago.

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  9. I do find it funny that people some people find it easier to watch murders on tv than sex, or read about it. I'm obviously late to the discussion:) I'll have to check the library for that book.
    I know you don't like the cold weather but I am glad you got to enjoy your garden on a cooler day.
    Trolls, I don't get them. Do you remember Bambi and Thumper?
    Sending hugs and love.

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    1. And isn't that the truth? You can watch movies that are nothing BUT blood and gore but a full frontal naked penis? Not so much.
      I don't love cold weather but I surely do enjoy the cooler weather.
      I'm not getting the Bambi and Thumper reference. I haven't seen that movie since I was about seven, I think.
      Love and hugs back to you.

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    2. If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything:) I think that's what Thumper said, but I could have misremembered:)

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    3. Oh, I've sort of always felt like Clairee in Steel Magnolias which is, "If you can't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me."

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    4. Swiped completely from Alice Roosevelt who had a needle pointed pillow saying that.

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  10. Yeah, I saw the troll. Obnoxious, but clearly just someone with an axe to grind against life in general.

    Even I might go hunting if I didn't have to shoot anything and pancakes were the reward!

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    1. Right? I think the trip was worth it for Gibson.

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  11. Cat will swipe at me if she's not ready for me to stop scratching her. I have to be quick when withdrawing my hand. Gibson has a tender heart so I'm not surprised he didn't want to try and kill anything, just spend time with his grandfather.

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    1. Maurice acts like she wants to be petted but gives me no signal that she's done. You should see what she did to me today. I've just about had it with that cat.
      You're right about Gibson.

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  12. Gibson looks like he enjoyed the time with Boppy! Glad that you had a good day, Mary.

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  13. I read the post , I saw the troll, I sighed a soft WTF and moved on. Ain't nobody got time fo dat!
    Hunting with camera might be an idea. Art involved!

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    1. You could be right about the camera, Linda Sue. I don't know that he's shown any interest in photography but now would be a good time to start.

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  14. I read the post and the comments and thought "Mary has a troll! What larks!" LOL. You have now definitely arrived!

    As for the book, I'd read about it somewhere and was considering suggesting it foe my book club. I don't think any of us would have a problem reading about sex, but honestly your review doesn't really make it sound all that interesting except maybe the one passage that moved you. Maybe the discussions it would spark would make it worthwhile? What do you think?

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    1. I think it's definitely worth reading and I do believe it would spark discussions. I'd really like to discuss it with someone who's read it, get their take. It IS interesting but not like...exciting? I don't know. You could try it and see what you think.

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  15. Gibson looks mighty fine and well prepared and fortified with a good breakfast to go hunting in the cold with his Boppy. It sounds like they came home with many birds and there will be meals to prepare.
    My Uncle and cousin duck hunt in ME and CA. Roast duck is their favorite dish.

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    1. I really should learn how to roast a duck. Glen's going to Louisiana this coming weekend to duck hunt. He just loves it.

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