The Squirrelings like to tape the Clean House TV program in the afternoons and watch it in their spare time.
The episode they just watched ended with an unexpected twist: the woman whose living room was decluttered and redecorated was ushered in at the end, and as usual the mouth dropped open, and she said... "I think I'm going to throw up."
She hated the colour and she hated everything else they did to her house. She threw what we call a Big Hissy Fit right there on camera, in front of her daughter, the cleaning team, and everybody watching across North America. We watched, somewhat stupefied, listening to her go on about the puke green colour of the walls, thinking about how bad every house on that show looks at the beginning (mostly because of clutter), and how hard they try (on what they call a limited budget) to class up those places. I've never seen a re-do show with such a downbeat ending.
Later this morning I got a postcard from our friends at the Abarbablog, showing some Ugandan children that we had helped support with a small donation. I'm not telling you that to pat ourselves on the back for helping but rather because of the reason that we helped: these kids didn't even have BEDS. They were sleeping on the kitchen floor of their orphanage. Donations made by people like us helped get them some beds and mosquito netting.
The two things are just banging together in my brain. The things we think are important here...