Hello, Chickens!
How are you faring this early August? Wilting in the heat? Worried about the drought and how skyrocketing food prices are going to affect your communities? Me, too. I live in an affluent suburb that has many pockets of economic struggle, and people are going to be suffering. The elders most especially, as we have a large elderly population, and then the families. We do have a town food pantry, but I anticipate a steady stream of folks coming to ask for help with bills. I wish I had buckets of money to give out. I wish I could reform the health care system. I wish I could install air conditioning in every elder’s home, and cook them a healthy dinner every night. I admit to getting very sad today when I was making a list in my mind of all the fragile elders who might need a call if this heat doesn’t let up a bit by tomorrow, and so many faces came to mind of dear ones who are no longer alive.
So what did I do with my sad? I CLEANED. I cleaned the mud room, I vacuumed the kitchen, I scrubbed the cat box, I shook out rugs and polished the kitchen sink. I went and brought carrots to my horse friends.
And then I washed my face with this marvelously refreshing product, which I love because it cleans so well it even dissolves the remnants of yucky, thick stage make-up from my face (I get the first layer off at the theatre with Mac cleansing wipes).
You wet your face, shake up the tube, squirt some in your hand, rub it all over your face, hang out for a minute if ya want, and rinse. Smooth, soft, clean, fresh. Mmmmmm. For $12 at your local health food store.
In this heat I am finding watermelon from the fridge is the food of the gods. I eat it. I don’t put it on my body.