The suffering is simply and painfully obvious, isn't it?
Meanwhile, we were looking something like this.
What is it about getting attention paid to your feet? There is part of me which always feels so guilty, sitting there in that chair that massages my back while some poor soul has to deal with my inhuman feet. I mean, of course I tip really, really well but still...
May and Lily and Kelly all work on their feet for eight hour shifts (or more) and their feet deserve and need this attention a few times a year and bless those people who do that work. It is holy work, in my opinion and I respect them with all of my heart.
And now we all have beautiful feet. Mine actually look human.
We went to lunch afterwards, as tradition requires, and it was a good time.
I really don't have much else to talk about today. I got eight eggs. That's pretty big news. Mr. Moon had to replace some sort of complicated electrical outlet in the kitchen which is of supreme importance because it's where I plug in the coffee pot, the espresso maker, the food processor, the blender, and the toaster oven. I never run them all at once. Ever. But it quit working today and it was a frustrating job and I know he's in pain. Still, he persisted and persevered until he got it all fixed and tidy. I have no idea what I'd do without this man. The house would fall down around me and I'd end up living in a van by the river, as I always say, and it's just the truth.
Also, the van would not run and the tires would be flat.
And I think that's about all the words I have for today. There's so much going on in the world which is beyond unbelievable and distressing and every morning when I look at the paper I think to myself that I have lived so long that things are repeating again and again and that nothing ever really changes. A few things get better, then get worse again, a few things get worse, and then a little bit better.
I guess I blinked and missed the Age of Aquarius.
But I swear- I remember the dawning of it.
It was something.