Secrets

Well, I've tried every hack I know, and some are pretty out there, but the bottom line is I don't know as much as I thought. Do you know some odd little pick in the grater? Keep it to yourself. I'm not being mean just some experience that gives the paternal size. For first exploration, I hear the physician say, well I won't be leaving. She lasted around one year. I am one of those people that just invites soul-bearing I guess. I listened to a nice person tell me the secrets of their church's financial woes(I never then or now had been there.) A doctor that unloaded their grief about never getting to their kids' soccer games because he was on call. At one visit, the first one, the doctor told me he was leaving to be nearer to his family. Several doctors told me "the reason" they were leaving, I never told anyone. So on and so on. Starting when I was in my twenties this has been going on, Divorce, one went to doping ( It was on the front page of the newspaper): one came out of the closet, I feel like Mother Confessor, (now I am 70 and don't care to get anyone's deep secrets). I spent a good part yesterday in the ER. I had fallen once again and hit my head and my back. They found nothing in my head (surprise) and they have done everything. The back scrape is the most they turned out, it is very tender. It looks bad and feels worse. (The doctor in the ER is looking for another clinical position). We had our first snow last night. The road is fine, but the snow is all over the yard and so the kids find the footing treacherous. I doubt it would matter (back home) in Miami. Sunburn, yes. Ice,no, I am reminded of the long arm of the far right and so I have redacted much of the particular info here.

I have been working with my hordes of cosmetics to sort them into  broad categories, the easier to get them used.  The main problem is that I keep getting distracted and so I try them out rather than sorting them out.  I am sure that a lot of the sample ones are all dried up inside their little foil packets.  Still, I am trying to reduce the amount of real estate the disposable packets take.  For instance the cologne samples take up way too much space and so I have discarded the cardboard cards and just kept the little spray vials.  Do you know, in the *old* days cologne samples came in *nips*, capillary pipettes sealed at each end, and you had to snap the glass to release the cologne.  The nips were sharp and being made of glass they couldn't be resealed.  Don't miss those things.

The other thing that needs to be sorted are the makeup samples.  I have a MaryKay tray with lots of makeup that I don't like.  Why don't I pitch it?  It just seems like a terrible waste, and maybe I will want them after all.  The MaryKay people have changed the tray from pink to tan and the old ones don't fit in the spaces of the new.  That's assuming I can find the old refills and try to get them into the tray of the new.  I spend an inordinate amount of time searching for things I don't really need.  For instance, this morning I searched and searched for a new hairbrush I bought just last week only to finally finding it in my purse.  I think my purse is in cahoots with this room, it hides things in plain sight and giggles when I ignore whatever is in front of me.

I have been watching videos on You Tube by Wayne Goss, he is a makeup artist.  He has a dry sense of humor, and since I just found him I can binge-watch his videos.  As an example, he said  "Are you wondering what this powder is... it's a secret.  You'll have to wait until next month."  Yesterday he was applying mascara and said "Are you wondering what brand this is?  It doesn't matter, it's shit and you don't need to know."  In all, I have found that the mass amount of time I spend on my makeup, the better off I'll be if I scrap the entire process and follow the advice of Wayne.

Two more gifts to wrap and I will be done; I have been buying clothes and slippers and other things to be my gifts since I know I will get nothing (probably) on Christmas day.

When N was alive he made a special effort to maintain the yearly efforts for Christmas; food like fruit cake he made (YUM!) and cookies, the tree wrapped in ribbon, Christmas carols on the radio while we did the tree, flavored popcorn in the big cans, cards to people I never even heard of, decorations outside on the roof, on and on.  It's been 6 years now, and every year we do a little less.  This year the tree is 2 feet tall, one strand of lights, nothing outside, only the gifts I bought (online) and wrapped, under the tree.  The tree looks like the one in the Charlie Brown cartoon.  R didn't even come over to help decorate, couldn't be bothered.  Next year we probably will skip the entire thing.  It makes me sad.

Time for lunch, if C remembers. Merry Christmas from us to all of you, hope Santa doesn't succumb to ennui and visits all the kids.  

Bye!