tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post3969684069106977257..comments2024-03-28T12:23:59.235-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: We Don't Need No Stinkin' Segues Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-1658732130348974562016-04-09T22:08:27.095-04:002016-04-09T22:08:27.095-04:00I grew up with Tung trees in the yard. Always tho...I grew up with Tung trees in the yard. Always thought of the color as 'salmon'. That pinky, orangey color. Thanks for the picture. I miss them...along with a lot of other things from the South.Lorettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17221912846080982576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-17919133457371919362016-04-04T19:08:13.457-04:002016-04-04T19:08:13.457-04:00Ahem. I have eaten far too many cereal dinners in ...Ahem. I have eaten far too many cereal dinners in my life. As J Mascis said, cereal is the food of the listless.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-18644554833137516682016-04-04T11:30:16.053-04:002016-04-04T11:30:16.053-04:00And now I realize that I was commenting about a po...And now I realize that I was commenting about a post facebook reposted from last year and no wonder my comment has you scratching your head. <br />Vacation messed with my sense of time and so does facebook. <br />Hope everyone you love is safe and sound :)Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-5634215538927868732016-04-04T11:26:35.704-04:002016-04-04T11:26:35.704-04:00Mary. The pot pies alone make me love you and this...Mary. The pot pies alone make me love you and this post. The Tung trees. Florida. The smell of the yellow jasmine vines haunts me! I would pay any price for a bottle of perfume with that smell. I can only imagine how beautiful your yard looks and smells right now. Thank goodness for the beauty and the light and the love to balance the scale a bit. <br /><br />I'm just catching up on reading. It's weird how going away was like entering a time warp, very slowed down, unconnected but connected to different things, all good for the soul. <br /><br />I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend, it just keeps happening all around us. You bear witness to those you've loved so well. Stay healthy, live forever and keep writing and taking pictures of those flowers and babies, please and thank you so much.<br /><br />xoMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-60176922835211041232016-04-04T10:06:53.927-04:002016-04-04T10:06:53.927-04:00The tung trees! So nice to see them again. I love ...The tung trees! So nice to see them again. I love it when I've been reading someone's blog long enough to say, "Oh, it's that time of year again!" And so it is with the tung trees.<br /><br />I'm going to disagree with you about cereal for breakfast, though. It's my daily ritual and it's hard to have a satisfying breakfast that's anything BUT cereal. For me, anyway.<br /><br />Loved the freezer mystery meat story. I bet you were saving them for cat food.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59753734541649278122016-04-04T09:01:27.693-04:002016-04-04T09:01:27.693-04:00It's nice to get some news from the other side...It's nice to get some news from the other side. To know we can survive it. I'm waving from the rocky middle of it!Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24339592350880625342016-04-04T05:38:20.400-04:002016-04-04T05:38:20.400-04:00The child rearing years are hard but there's a...The child rearing years are hard but there's a kind of glue and forward momentum to them. You know at every moment what you're supposed to be doing, what your priorities are. For me, the trickiest part of marriage was when the kids got grown and left us to our own devices. We had to create and navigate a whole new dynamic and sometimes it felt like we were staring into the abyss. But once we broke through to the other side, you're right, oh the sweetness. The tenderness and shared humor. The remembering that this is how we began, us two. And the way you talk about your family now, your beautiful grands and loving extensions of kin, well, it makes me think there's still a whole world to look forward to. Body aches and all. Thank you for this lovely post. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6600106639392054902016-04-04T01:58:42.212-04:002016-04-04T01:58:42.212-04:00I love when you talk about your marriage. While I ...I love when you talk about your marriage. While I do not entertain thoughts of marrying again, it does take the edge off the bitterness I feel about the institution. And I love that you know how blessed you are and never take it for granted.<br /><br />I actually adore cereal -- especially for dinner with very cold milk!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22785346516585929572016-04-04T00:09:10.614-04:002016-04-04T00:09:10.614-04:00You are are shero of mine in so many days. If we ...You are are shero of mine in so many days. If we ever get a chance to sit down and talk, I'll tell you.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-35558704298708414172016-04-03T22:48:07.786-04:002016-04-03T22:48:07.786-04:00Cereal is disgusting. When I'm alone I eat all...Cereal is disgusting. When I'm alone I eat all the things Rob hates: goat cheese, crusty bread, wine, weird root vegetables, kale, more cheese. More cheese!Ramona Quimbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01308882206677929003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-70950154098483893242016-04-03T22:05:38.250-04:002016-04-03T22:05:38.250-04:00Chicken pot pie from the store is one of my guilty...Chicken pot pie from the store is one of my guilty indulgences. Pastry for a main meal? Mmmm. Yes.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20789275973679329152016-04-03T20:55:29.426-04:002016-04-03T20:55:29.426-04:00Rebecca- I knew when I wrote that I didn't phr...Rebecca- I knew when I wrote that I didn't phrase it right. Mr. Moon NEVER expects me to make his dinner and he always thanks me when I do. Every night. And offers to help. Every night. I love to cook, as do you. I should have said something more like, "Left to their own devices for supper."<br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-53453295297511879992016-04-03T20:19:58.705-04:002016-04-03T20:19:58.705-04:00I read or hear about women who, when given nights&...<i>I read or hear about women who, when given nights' off in the kitchen, just eat cereal for supper.</i> I was <i>never given a night off</i> when I was married. The idea of needing to ask permission to have a night off to be given a night off strikes me as frightening. I was expected to cook every meal and I I did. And so I strayed. And I still resent that asshole for making me cook every meal even his fucking lunches. I mean seriously he was an adult. He should have figured out how to make a fucking peanut butter sandwich. I took my nights off and they were very long lux nights and they got longer and longer and finally I took my son and disappeared. And the asshole still can't cook! Radish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.com