Jurojin

As readers of mrsguy know, I grew up in a house that contained lots and lots of Asian antiques. The reason for this is that Grandmother's final design phase was her Asian art phase. Thank god she didn't die during her French Provincial period. After granny died mom consigned some of her stuff (I wish she hadn't gotten rid of the gunbai that I see in some old photos!) but kept a lot of it. In later years she said that she felt the duty to this stuff and regretted that she had all of it. But she could have divested...and she didn't. Now she's passing along the duty to keep it to all of us.

When she moved to memory care she got very wrapped up in giving things away, because she decided she was going to move to Los Angeles. It was super tedious. But I gave in and took her much beloved bronze of Jurojin, because that seemed to setttle her down. When she dies, I can give it to someone else. But I have to keep it because she asks for stuff back. 

Anyway, before she got Covid and broke her pelvis and lost her effing mind, she liked to think that she'd given the statue to mrguy. What mrguy really does with it is use it to hold up our bills and other incoming mail on the dining room table. I love it : ) He does not think it's funny at all.

While he had a migraine last night (and who wouldn't, as the husband of a woman who's been in bed with Covid for 10 days who also has a mom with all of the previous issues?) he had a horrible dream. Perhaps this is payback for the many times he has tortured me with his imitation of Karen Black as a devil doll in Twilight Zone, but last night he dreamed that Jurojin came to life. His head was able to move side to side and everything.

If that doesn't scare you, I don't know what will!