Like A Glove

Look, I know I have roughish hands.  I paint, I work, I do dishes (in that order).  I use lotion, coconut oil, gold bond, James Bond, etc.  I just need a manicure and add gel. 

1)  Make it look as good as possible.

2) Don't make me feel bad.  I try.  I have cuts from my imaginary gardening (I bought plants today).  I possibly overwash my hands, but hey,  I have cats, I cook, I have OC...not Orange County.  I'm getting better with my germ awareness.  

3) I like short nails.  They are functional.  I am very lucky to have long nail beds.  Thank you DNA for making my little hands  and fingers look longer for what I think is more beautiful than shorter fingers (only a preference).  I'm here 'cause my hands need some TLC.  I know that:)

4) I'm paying you and I usually give you a great 20 percent tip or more.

5)  I do wear gloves!!

6) I did, however,  also get my brows done, and they look fantastic!! 

to be continued

Laundry, Drop Clothes Here

Got caught with 4 c l e a n piles of laundry  in the house recently.  No time (or priority) to put them away.  They are in baskets, some plastic, some cute and some strategically placed or semi hidden around our small home.  At least they are clean.  I hope they knew they were clean.  They were folded.

We are a family of two.  How do folks keep up? Wash, fold, put away.  The put away part is the hardest.  I'm thinking that maybe we should donate whatever is in the dresser or closets?  No, 'cause we might wear that stuff sometimes.  Like if we go out at night to The Taj or a local comedy club.  We might wear that stuff if we need a sweet swimsuit cover at a pool or Caribbean resort.  We might need that stuff if we need a long sleeve shirt if it should get cold, or socks too if it's brutal out.

So there is the neat nicks frustration.  Mostly swimming upstream in the laundry whirl.

I do know that I've always changed my clothes several times a day.  Mom said I did this as a child too.   This adds to the dilemma.  Now, I have work clothes, walking in the park clothes, comfy clothes, and going to town clothes.  If I get a bit warm...bam!  I throw shorts on for a few hours...then since they haven't been worn that long, I can wear them again.  They then go into the in-between section.  This pile is carefully put together and layered (yes layered) in our master bathroom.  Somehow I don't see it anymore as I don't really want it there, but it is a "go to" when I can't find something to change into again.

The Other Day

Most of my blogs involve humor, or at least I think so anyway.  This one is more on the serious but light side.

Remember to embrace each day and love each moment, because sometimes we may look back and only remember (or not) some of them.

I work with seniors.  Many of them have memory loss, dimentia or Alzheimers.  Heck we don't even need any of these words to be forgetful and such.

One of my friends says she now often can't remember now when something happened, so she just says "the other day."  Brilliant, I told her.  It's true.  Be in today.  The "other" day is all of the other days of your life, the past.  Not your past lives.  That's another thing!!    

So, seeing somebody live zestfully each day (my elders), it reminds me to share and take note of your now.  Your moments.  I enjoy helping the seniors in their "now."  They may not even remember their today tomorrow, but that's okay.  

They often talk and repeat stories of last week (5 years ago) or yesterday (last month).  It's okay.  It was just the other day.  The other day is important.


to be continued