Focus On This Family, You Evil Being

Oh, what a good, good little housewife I've been today. I did not, however, dust and clean that mantel. That's another photo of the stuff on it. I don't even really see those things any more but if I take the time to really look at them, most of them have meaning for me. Some, a lot of meaning. Left to right there we see a picture of my grandparents in front of their little house in Roseland, some coral, two rocks, and Buddha on a stone which has a little indentation in it into which he fits perfectly. That's the Buddha that goes in the nativity scene when I do put it up, right behind the baby Jesus lying in the manger, beaming with all his Buddha joy. 
Behind Buddha is my grandfather holding Hank as a baby. In front of Buddha is a plaster or chalk, I don't know, thrift store blue jay and next to him a cardinal, his paint slowly peeling.
My children will not have to wonder for a second what to do with so many things I may leave behind me. "Toss it!" one of them will say. I can almost hear the chunck of it as it goes in garbage bag on top of other thrift store treasures, bought simply on a whim for their whimsy. 
Behind the cardinal you can almost see a picture of my grandparents and my mother from long ago days. Behind that is a picture of Lily. Glen got a rare picture of her smiling. I say "rare" because she spent way more time screaming than smiling when she was a baby. But we were staying in a motel somewhere near Panama City on a family weekend away at the beach, and Glen took that picture of her and I'm so glad he did because it's proof that she wasn't miserable ALL the time. Plus, she was adorable. 
And there's more coral. Please know that I only gather coral that's washed up on the beach and I believe I've heard we shouldn't even do that but as I see it, when coral reaches the shore, it's done its job. I mean, there's enough sand there already.

What I did in the housewifey arena though, was to take the trash and clean out the area in the pantry where we stash cardboard boxes and paper things before we take them to the burn pile. I took them to the burn pile along with some yard work detritus. I did laundry. I took everything out of the kitchen that can be moved, as well as the adjoining bathroom and pantry, double swept and mopped it all.

And I swear- I've done that in the last six months so why I felt I had to do it again, I am not sure. 
That's a lie. I do know. It's because one of the garbage bags leaked and it turns out that the trash can it was in has a crack in the bottom of it and, well, ick. I suppose I better get a new trash can. We've only had that one for about fifty years. 

To top it all off, I did my pitiful weights and exercises. Any minute now I am going to be ripped. 
Watch this space.

Oh yeah. I cleaned toilets and I picked beans. Golly but I was industrious. I'll probably have to rest throughout the entire weekend to recover.

Mr. Moon is home. Got here just a little while ago. He is as happy, as I had assumed he would be. Mostly he's happy he got water back, I believe. He did a load of laundry and ran the dishwasher before he left. He can take care of himself. 
This makes me a little insecure, I will admit. I have thoughts like, "He doesn't need me." 
He's even been making salads for himself. 
Sigh.

So. In other news, James Dobson has died at the age of 89 proving once again that only the good die young. 
In case you don't know who James Dobson was, you can read what NPR news said about him HERE. He was the founder of "Focus on the Family," an evangelical conservative ministry whose mission seemed to consist entirely of hatred for everything I personally believe in. He constantly crusaded against LGBTQIA rights and any sort of hijinks those people might get up to. He believed that women having the right to choose was a sure sign of the devil taking over our country. He also believed in discipling children and praised spanking as a form of it, especially if done in a loving and proper manner, and even wrote a book called "Dare to Discipline." Also, "The Strong Willed Child," and "Love Must Be Tough." 

In short, he was not a force for good. 
If he had focused on my family, he would died earlier from a brain explosion. We have probably committed every sin he considered to be the straight path to hell and the crumbling of society.
I'm not going to say I'm glad he's dead but I will say I'm glad he's gone. Of course his damn foundation will carry on, singing Kumbaya with the Project 2025 guys. 

Here's a plant. 

It's in the house. It's a house plant. 

(I didn't want to end on such a fucking motherfucker.)

Be well, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon