Before I talk about important things like the unusual number of balloons floating around my house or how my hands are cracking from washing excessive washing, I want to stop and have a moment of silence for the hour we will lose this weekend.
Time changes are my nemesis. Superman has Kryptonite, I have Daylight Savings Time.
Poor adjustment to time changes is one reason I would not make a good world traveler. That and I basically only like to eat southern cooking or TexMex.
Now, back to balloons. For some reason the people around me thought it must be the way to celebrate turning 50. I got balloons from my kids that they drew fun pictures on, balloons from several friends and last night my besties took me to dinner in the city and what waited for me at the restaurant….a dozen helium balloons. Plus there were another dozen in the party van that we got to fight with all the way to the restaurant. I feel balloon nightmares in my future.
One friend left a weighted down bouquet of helium-filled mylar balloons on my front porch on my birthday, which I did not realize were there when I got home after dark and tangled myself in them. I was carrying a few shopping bags, my purse and a water bottle as I made my way to the front door. I felt something hit me in the face at the same moment strings started wrapping around my ankles and in seconds I was being taken hostage by this mystery jungle, slapping me left then right and taking me down.
Because I am so good in a crisis, my instinct was to save the bottle of water at any cost. So I dropped all of the other packages and my purse (which held my phone and other breakable objects) and clutched the water to my chest like my life depended on it. Brilliant.
Today my sickies are still feeling pretty cruddy. For the past 4 days I prepare a pot of soup each morning, making it easy to feed anyone who asks for food. Anytime I have even remote contact with each person, I wash my hands. If I could boil them I would. I have also become obsessed with giving every dish in the house a good scrubbing. You see, our dishwasher AND water softener are both on the blink and our dishes all have a white film over them. I discovered on Tuesday that if I scrub them with an SOS pad I can get the white film off so I have set my mind to de-filming every dish in the house.
And if you remember, SOS pads quickly rust, so I have to use a whole pad up as soon as I start it. I don’t want to waste them, so I make a pile of dishes that need de-filming and set about scouring the whole pile as I wash the regular dishes at the same time. This happens at least 3 times a day.
What does all of this mean to you?
Probably nothing, except that if you ever have a white film issue you will know where to turn for help.
My hands are not, however, enjoying the process so I have been keeping them coated in lavender lotion and sometimes I rub on a little coconut oil with a drop of frankincense in it.
I wonder if there’s an oil for having trouble adjusting to time changes.
Have a great weekend!