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I thank every one of you who read what I wrote yesterday and I am grateful for every comment I got. I want so badly to answer each comment in a way that makes the author of it know I've read it, thought about it, considered it, and appreciated it. If I don't entirely agree with it, I'll let you know for sure although I find it so strange that I don't have any trolls, not really. This is like a "no asshole" space. Perhaps it's because I'm older because I know everyone cannot possibly agree with me, but despite my profanity, my extremely strong opinions, my views on religion, and, well, a lot of other things too, you are always so kind. 

I hit a nerve last night for sure. It has occurred to me before that I see even a physical resemblance between the stepfather and DJ Fuckwad. The stepfather was also a rather large man, not just in height but in girth. He was not actually what I would call fat when I last saw him, but he had the tendency. It was more the little lying pig eyes, the lying anus mouth, the ability to somehow admit his guilt through the way he spoke, if not of what he spoke. The belief that what he said was law, and there was no debate about that. 
And here DJ AssWipe is, a daily presence online, even if I do not watch TV news. He's in the paper, he's in the magazines, he's in the articles of all the news I consume. 
Constant PTSD. 

Well. 

Today's been sweet, laid-back. Mr. Moon got up very, very early, what I would call STUPID early, to go duck hunting. He took our Gibson with him. Gibson loves going out to duck hunt with his Boppy and although I really wish there was something else they enjoyed bonding over as much, I seem to have to be content with what it is. 
Glen taught him this morning how to clean the ducks and took him to buy Vermouth, because that is the main ingredient in Glen's preparation of ducks. Gibson said he would make lunch for his family. 
That, I do like. 
When my husband gets home from that early hunt and a big manly breakfast, he naps throughout the day in his chair. Maurice loves this as there is no place she'd rather be than in his lap. He says that she's actually truly purring a lot these days and although I am jealous that he's the one getting the purrs, I truly glad to know that our cat is capable of purring and is sometimes content and comfortable enough to do so. 

I worked a little more in the garden but not long. I realized my knees and shoulder (which yes, still hurts like hell at times) weren't very happy with the situation, even though my mind and heart were so very willing. 
Ah well. 
I put the sprinkler on for the time it took me to pick up fallen branches and limbs and haul them to the burn pile. I only wanted to water in the collards and chard seeds I planted yesterday and I don't think they needed much. The dirt is moist already from all the rain we've had. 

I want to say that one of the main benefits of losing weight that I have experienced is that I can get up off the ground so easily that I don't even realize I'm doing it or have done it whereas before, it simply was not easy. I had to get everything arranged so that I could stand up from being on my knees and it took some forethought and preparation. 
Now, I find myself walking over to the garden cart after having weeded for awhile, not even remembering getting up at all. I just did it. 
Of course this COULD be a part of my oncoming dementia and that I've just forgotten whatever struggle I put into the action. 
But I don't think so. 
There are quite a few things that are far easier now and I'm not just talking about getting into my britches. It's sort of a constant surprise, as things change for me, up to and including the fact that my towel wraps around me with far more extra to spare than it had been. 
It was realizing how these small things were moving in a bad direction that put me in despair and gave me the courage to ask my doctor about getting on a GLP-1. 

And that's what I wanted to say about that. Not of earthshaking importance, not something anyone really needs to know but a thing that affects and has improved my life a great deal. 

I'm going to go cook some spicy mustard shrimp and rice which will be a very fine ending to this day. 

Love...Ms. Moon