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Morning Meditation: November Sun

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Heaven on the Shelves (Part 2)

My beau and I explored a new territory for us of late – a used book store. We recognized that as soon as we stepped across the threshold, we were in a paradise of sorts. Hundreds – thousands? – of dog-eared paperbacks and slightly moldy, fragrant hardcovers sat stiffly straight or lazily askew on shelves that touched the ceiling. Giggling as our eyes bounced from topic to topic, we wandered up some aisles and meandered down others.

Yes, indeed there was that book I’ve been meaning to get, sitting at the top of one shelf, the one that’s been on my Goodreads list for well over three years. It would have to wait for now, I thought.  Maybe there’s something else here I want more.

As I negotiated a stepladder and turned the corner, a double stack of Perry Mason paperbacks revealed themselves. I picked up a couple titles in that sudden discovery.

Then – around another corner and down yet another aisle, there it was: a small, five-by-seven-inch soft, brown leather covered book with gold lettering. My heart leapt when I saw the author, and I carefully opened the cover:


The next page was even more revealing, more exciting, more mysterious:

Phil gave Mimi this Ben Hecht book for Christmas in 1925. And Christmas that year was on a Friday. This is all I know, besides all the questions: Who were they to one another? What were their surnames? How old were they? Where did they live? How did Phil present this gift? How did Mimi react? Did she read the book in its entirely? How in Heaven’s name did this gem wind up in a used book store ninety-two years later?

It’s now on the end table next to my reading chair, ready to be savored.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


The Flying Lips, or What the—?

It’s true that one can find some of the most interesting things in our world without actually looking for them. When these oddities show up, they become even more remarkable and fascinating and joy-bringing, like a surprise gift on a day that’s not your birthday or Christmas.

Early one morning, when my beau took the dogs outside for their morning business, he popped his head back into the house and called to me.

“I just saw the craziest thing. That moth out there— it has lips.”

I put down my dish towel. “Really? That moth on the back porch screen?”

“Yes. It has, like, avant garde lips. Avant garde. They’re not pink, just dead-looking lips. And avant garde.”

So, taking my camera outside in the foggy air, I walked up to the Moth with Avant Garde Lips.

Here’s the view, looking at its underside:

Fascinating, don’t you think?

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


The Presentation That Wowed Me

We had a little intimate dinner the other night at one of our favorite Japanese restaurants. The occasion was “just because,” the conversation was cozy, as was the ambience.

Our orders placed and hot green tea poured, we continued on our familiar conversation about books, current events, and us. The steaming Miso soup and icy ginger-lettuce salad came and went.

Then it arrived.

My order – vegetable tempura – brought a gasp to my breath and speechless admiration.

“The Presentation That Wowed Me”
A fresh orchid blossom topped my serving.

It was beautiful!

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Shell Pink Ride

It was unexpected, not sought after, just sitting there in the noonday sun when I left the restaurant:  the palest, softest shell pink paint on a vintage Caddy convertible.

“Long Pink Cadillac”


“Shell Pink Cadillac”

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Vampire’s Delight?

Every once in awhile, we host a cocktail party, and last Friday we featured this season-appropriate drink we found.  It was a hit.

I present to you The Vampirita.

“The Vampirita”
(c)2017 Susan Marie Molloy original photograph.

1/2 ounce tequila
3/4 ounce lime juice
3/4 ounce simple syrup
1 ounce Cabernet wine

Fill cocktail shaker with shaved ice and all ingredients, except the wine.
Shake well and strain into a martini glass.
Slowly add red wine to float on top of margarita.
Serve with a ghoulish laugh.

The Cabernet floating on top really looked like fresh red blood to me. Creepy. Creepy good.

Everyone enjoyed it.

• Drink sensibly, responsibly, and judiciously. Or I’m telling Mom.

Drink source LINK.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Jim

There’s a bare spot outside on the house that needs a little something by the front door. I was thinking something along the lines of a little piece of art, some sort of attractive filler that helps to define the house, set it apart from the expected and mundane, yet still be tasteful and surprising.

First, I came across this screaming gem:

It’s funny, it made me laugh, it would cheese off the neighbors, and then I thought twice.

No, not this one.

Angels. Sun faces. Fairies.  Dragons.  Keep going, I thought.  A few pages later, I found it:

Bacchus. The Roman god of the woodlands and wine. Yes, he would be The One.

I showed my beau, and he was on board. “That’s great.  It’s Bacchus.  Let’s get it!”

“And then, you know what we should do?”

“What?”

“Let’s put a sign under him that says, ‘Jim.’  Get it?  ‘Jim’” as I waved my hand slowly as if pulling out another name.

My beau’s lips began to curl into a smile, but he was bewildered.

Then I blurted it out. “As in Jim Backus.  Bacchus, Backus.”

My beau burst into laughter and laughed until tears formed in his eyes about the pun.

Our Jim Bacchus should arrive sometime next week.

Jim Backus, Actor.

• To read about Jim Backus the actor, who appeared in movies such as Pat and Mike (1952), Rebel without a Cause (1955), It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963), the voice of cartoon character Mister Magoo (1949-89), and who starred in television shows such as I Married Joan (1952-55), and Gilligan’s Island (1964-67), and so much more, click HERE.  

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works in between.


A Sweet Day

“Lilacs in Silver Bowl”
(c)2017 Susan Marie Molloy

Practically a decade or so ago, or somewhere thereabouts, my beau and I decided that because we are unconventional people who don’t blindly celebrate or observe “Hallmark Holidays,” we would have a standing date on a certain day in October to go out and have lunch or supper. And if it so happened to fall on Sweetest Day, so be it. Our day is Our Day.

We did just that this past Sunday. It was lunch this year at the usual designated place before heading off to the even better part of our date, a polo match. We stayed for two matches, enjoyed a ginger ale, got a little color from the sun, people-watched, then it was off to pick up Chinese – beef chop suey, wouldn’t you know! – to eat at home.

We decided afterwards to watch a 1947 movie, “New Orleans,” with Billie Holliday (her only film), Louis Armstrong (as himself), Arturo de Córdova, Woody Herman, and the incomparable Meade Lux Lewis. My beau and I enjoy old movies, particularly ones that either aren’t mainstream or well-known. This particular movie was pretty good, but it was the music that grabbed us, and we wished there was more.

So, there you have it – our own day, annually celebrated, and not one Hallmark card to toss in the drawer at the end of the day.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


So Long, Irma

By nightfall, the gentle daytime breezes intensified. The winds pushed, slammed, and whipped against the house and stockade fence and made trees and shrubs dance a weird tarantella. Greenish-blue lightning glowed at varying intervals, and the night sky had an eerie, almost gothic, feel.  

A lone gecko took shelter on the screened porch.


The hurricane’s eye passed over the neighborhood during the night, and morning from my front room windows revealed no damage, except for some neighbors’ fences that were pulled up or twisted. The chug-chugga-chugga-chug-chug of a neighbor’s gas generator in his driveway was the only non-nature sound in the neighborhood for hours. Wind gusts through the afternoon managed to send fences creaking grotesquely.


The electric was out for almost nineteen or twenty hours, and restored in time for when the mandatory curfew expired. This period was an eye-opener on how much we depend on electricity: No coffee maker, no laundry, no cellphone-charging.

I did, however, read a few chapters of a good book that was made into a movie. It’s sure to become a favorite of mine.


Life seems to be getting back to normal here.  

Note for future power outages: Remove and empty the ice maker and tray so melting ice doesn’t drip across the kitchen floor.  
©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


What A Difference Twenty-Four Hours Makes

Yesterday morning, around ten o’clock, the skies were serene with an almost imperceptible breeze.  


Later in the afternoon, the sky turned grey, and a passing rain shower glided by.


The skies became clear again, and the sunset was breathtaking.


Now, a day later, around ten o’clock, the rains returned.


The breeze today found its strength in the far-flung outer bands of Hurricane Irma, and it’s robust.  I can hear the wind hitting the house in unrhythmic gusts.  I just learned that Irma slammed a place called Cudjoe Key in the Florida Keys this morning.

What a difference twenty-four hours makes.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.


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