A Rather Unusual Post, I Think

The first thing I want to talk about this evening is the fact that an anonymous commenter posted the actual listing link for the house that I was discussing yesterday. This is not a terrible thing but I am so curious- how and why?
I tried using Google Lens to search the two pictures I did post from the online listing and did not get to the listing that way. I did not mention what lake in Georgia and there are more than one. So... how?
As to the why part, obviously I HAD the link to the listing so it's not like I needed it and I had chosen not to share it. I'm not sure why and I actually spent some time thinking about this. The main reason was simply a silly one- I didn't want to jinx anything and I didn't feel the need to get everyone invested in this possibility. Besides that, pictures can lie. Especially real estate listing pictures. They can make a place look far better and larger than it is and they can also do it no service and not really represent the charm that may be small but powerful. And until I look at the house myself, I really see no purpose in sharing the link. I shared a picture of the dock because that is what Mr. Moon loves the most about it, and a picture of the porch because a porch, in my opinion, can make or break a house. 
I do not block anonymous comments and I have rarely had any regret over that. Most of the people who comment as anonymous here add their name at the end of their comments and I hardly ever get comments that are mean-spirited which somewhat surprises me but I am very grateful. I certainly say a lot of things that people may find a lot to disagree with. I am a very opinionated person and I am not afraid to express my opinions. I suppose that people who don't agree with me just don't bother to continue reading my posts which is the way it should be. 
I will add one more thing- if whoever "anonymous" was had no ulterior motives in posting the link, I am fine with that. I just wish that they'd thought about it for a minute and realized that I may not have posted it myself for a reason. I did delete the comment because I still don't really want to share it. 

And that is that little speech. 

I don't have much else to talk about today. I've done some embroidering. I embroider like a child. I made a soup with beans and split peas and a chunk of ham I had leftover in the freezer and greens and a stock made of carrot tops and scallions tops. There are, of course, other vegetables in it too. 
Another thing I did was to NOT go to the funeral of a very old friend because I didn't want to and he would not have cared. I know, I know- funerals are for the living but my presence would not have done a damn thing to comfort anyone. Glen went. They were mostly his friends from way back when I met him. I don't think they ever took a shine to me and thinking about it now, I believe they may have been a bit resentful of me. I took THEIR friend and before anyone knew what was happening, the Glen they knew as a lighthearted, frisbee-throwing, happy party boy, became a business owner, a married man with two stepchildren, and within nine months, father of another child born of his loins. (I love that phrase.)
In other words- boring and rarely available for fun and frolic. 
But this particular friend, the one who died, was a truly good and funny and intelligent soul and he always accepted me so gracefully and we had such good talks at the beer garden on Fridays that I've talked about. He became an elementary school teacher for awhile in a very underserved community and I volunteered in his classroom one year. I liked his wife very much but I think they sort of got Jesus later on in life and you know how I feel about that. The last time I saw them, I ran into them in a Tallahassee restaurant and she was wearing a big ol' cross around her neck and the obit was quite full of god-talk. Of course Glen does not care and is far less worried about these things than I am and so he went and I'm glad he did and I'm probably just using that as an excuse for not having gone. 

If we can't be good, let us at least be honest. 

I was astonished last week to see that my one and only and very tiny orchid had sent out a bloom stalk. It started opening yesterday and this is what the first flower looks like. It looks sort of like a cartoon character based on a pansy, doesn't it? 

Mr. Moon is just home from the basketball game that he went to after the funeral and I have just washed and cut up potatoes and put them in the soup. I cannot seem to get enough carbs these days. Since the election I have been reaching for food as comfort more than I ever have in my life and I was already far from any sort of control. I just cannot seem to get a handle on it. And it's not just carbs. Let us be honest. It is cheese and it is butter and other unhealthy fat-related food. It is also peanut butter and meat. It is everything except broiled lean sources of protein and steamed vegetables. Fruit? Get outta here. Is this my body's way of preparing for doom and devastation involving vast food shortages? 
Sure. Let's say that. 

And Glen just brought home a brownie and pecan pie from the funeral lunch. Why? Why does he do this? Because he is sweet and he loves me. Or perhaps he's trying to kill me. 

We'll be going to see that house on Monday after I get my mammogram. As Jessie said today in a text, "Well damn. I know you can't wait for that day."

But I do want to see the house. And I am hoping there is nothing about it that I can't live with because Mr. Moon is sweet. And he loves me. 

And perhaps he is trying to kill me. 

Probably not. 

Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. Here is an article about Keith Richards with a very short video. It is not wild rock-and-roll related news, but an account of an award that the governor of Connecticut gave him at the Westport Library. You know how I love the old boy and this gives me even more reason. Some people do not scream of their virtuous works from the rooftops but quietly live their lives and doing their screaming onstage. Often with guitars.

And as he said in the video, "Keep Our Books Unburnt."

Good on you, Keith.