Monstrous Mash

We relocated into the country; twenty minutes out of town. I no longer hear a serenade of sirens singing me to sleep each night nor the mournful blasts of the train horn. Instead, cicadas rend the air with their screams and fat moths bumble against the windows seeking light. The sky is a mouthful of stars; the wind haunts every leaf with a touch. There are more insects—flies frantically mating inside the folds of my blanket while I’m trying to have a good read; flies tasting the wall and gathering sumptious bites of food(kilz does not work at keeping them out); tiny mosquito like bugs creeping up the bathroom walls—than I have seen or felt in a long while.

Moving houses is weird. The change is weird. You take all your stuff out of one house and put it into another house and it’s expected to be home now. It doesn’t feel like home. It’s someone else’s home. Things look shinier and newer and different. I had to cook a meal, do some laundry, sweep my floors, and sleep a few nights before it felt like my house and home. I have to get out into the great outdoors every day because the dog needs to be taught where she can have her dirt place and it has been good for me. Also, golden morning sunshine spilling into the livingroom is one of the seven wonders.

I was going to make elote sweet corn tonight but now we’ve made other hasty plans and that’ll have to wait. I was reminded of the time I vehemently vowed to never ever ever make corn for my husband or any children who might bless this union and here I sat on the red chair of one of the front decks husking corn and enjoying it. See, I used to strongly dislike corn. I discovered a certain Mexican corn and now I’m excited for the tasting to begin. I’m positive I could enjoy anything if it was prepared in a way I liked. Like blue cheese. I don’t like blue cheese unless it’s inside of dates wrapped in bacon.

So for the origin of the title. Monster Mash, ofc. But really. What happened was when we were moving on Saturday I pinched and smashed my finger between the hinges of a chair. Said chair collapsed underneath me and I landed on the hinges, pinching my finger even more until it was nothing but a gray flat appendage and I was a pile of screaming hysterics. The knuckle is fine but the underside of my finger is swollen and numb with little blood spots, the nail is a nice shade of green, and my nail pad is black. There’s an indention right below my nail pad in my finger. It looks horrific but it’s healing.

Right. So now it’s been a little overcast today but I got to sing with my dear friends and play with some fluffy kittens so life’s good. Oh, and thank God for neighbors. The corn cobs are from the garden across road.

I’m glad I could give an update on my life. The end of July was more than a little stressful. Thank you all for being.