Dust To Dust And Dust I Did

That's the back of the dresser in my bathroom. 
As they sometimes say around here, the Lord put it on my heart to clean that room today, having been motivated by the dust I'd seen. And now don't get me wrong- there was enough dust to make a decent housecleaner cringe but certainly not enough to panic. I had a few more years before reaching Miss Havisham levels of neglect. 
Yeah. I know. Low bar. Still. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was. 
Here's what the wall behind the dresser looked like. 

Could have used some better lighting but staging a dusty wall seems rather ridiculous. 

Some of you were concerned that what I was dealing with was not dust but in fact, black mold. As you can see in the above photo, that is dust, for sure and for real. Let us compare it to the dust on an open shelf in the kitchen which again, I should be ashamed to show you. 

Obviously I have no shame. Well, that's a lie. I do have shame but it's certainly not about dust. 

Now am I saying that there is no mold or mildew in my bathroom?

I would be a stone cold liar if I did say that. 

This is Florida and we have mold and we have mildew. I believe that what I have on my bathroom walls is mildew, not mold but I am not sure. Either way, if one or both of those things could kill me I would be dead, dead, dead. 
Nor do I have respiratory problems. Or allergic reactions. So I think I'm good. I do need to get whatever it is off my bathroom wall but I am sort of at a stalemate with my beloved because I think it is definitely time to paint the rooms and it is simply not a priority to Mr. Moon. Of course in the prepping of the walls to paint, they would be cleaned. 
Now. Go ahead and tell me I'm a grown-ass woman and I can hire painters myself and I will tell you that yes, I am without a doubt a grown-ass woman but I will remind you that Mr. Moon was a painter when I met him and as I have so often stated, this man does not want to pay anyone to do what he could do himself which is fine if he DID these things himself. 
He does do a lot of things. For instance- right now he's working on replacing the back porch steps. He did this several years ago but it appears that pressure treated wood is not what it used to be. Now a broken step IS a priority because one or both of us could kill ourselves on it. This is not a joke. 

Most of all, I think I have just reached a point in my life where I do not enjoy roiling the waters. Glen and I are probably happier and sweeter with each other than we ever have been and we were always pretty sweet with each other and certainly happy enough to stay married all these years. 

Compromise, compromise, compromise. 

And kiss a lot. 

So. A small discussion about mold turned into a larger discussion about marriage which is pretty typical around here at blessourhearts because yes, bless our hearts! And I mean that in the real way, not the way you say it when someone keeps dating jerks who don't have jobs. 

Anyway, yes, I cleaned behind that dresser and I took all the rugs out of the bathroom and shook them and set them on the porch swing because the bathroom opens up to the porch swing porch and I dusted all the furniture (there is actual furniture in that bathroom) and threw out some stuff I knew I'd never use, hoping to reduce the clutter.

And yes, that is reduced clutter and don't you judge me. I love every bit of that stuff. 
Bless my heart. 

I took everything out of the bathroom I could manage to move and swept the floors and then...
Oh baby. I mopped. 
I surely did and the ethereal smell of Fabuloso and vinegar scent the air. 

You want to hear something funny? I keep my mop bucket outside by the old water pump shed, upside down on the fence and when I turned it over to use it, I discovered that a wasp had gone to the trouble to create a little nest. 

The wasps who do this are obviously genius architects. They make the nests from wood fiber chewed up with saliva. 
That's like saying the Egyptians made the pyramids with stones. 
Can you see the little eggs in there?

I cruelly removed the nest from the bucket and put it in my compost and what happens to those eggs now is not my business. 

I was going to then mop the kitchen but things arose which prevented me from getting that done. 
Oh well. 
I can do it tomorrow. Lord knows another day isn't going to make much difference. 

It's going to get down into the low fifties here tonight and I am excited! Hurray! Another night in which I can burrow under covers. Although it was overcast all day, there is no rain in sight for at least another week. 

I said in a few comments that I would be discussing why I haven't taken out all the sago palms in this yard since I obviously hate them so but really- who cares? The simple answer is that they are beasts to remove and yes, we could just cut them to the ground but since the area where we have the most of them is right in front of the front porch, the remaining stumps would take up so much space that I don't quite know what we'd plant there. 

I shall survive their spears and arrows. Oh wait. Slings and arrows. All three. Whatever.

Love...Ms. Moon