I’ve been working on a serious post for a few days now. I’m still not done. I read and re-read it every day; adding a bit more and rewording or eliminating parts. For me it is a serious subject, others will scoff, but I don’t care. This is after all a place for me to express my own opinions. When I’m satisfied with it I’ll post it.
On a more mundane topic, my son-in-law wanted to surprise his wife and daughter. He asked me a couple days ago if I want a pedicure. My response was yes. I’ve been considering, now that I’m receiving my social security, having regular pedicures. It’s difficult for me to bend over and work on my feet for any length of time. So he told me his plan to surprise my daughter and granddaughter. I asked if he wanted me to make the appointment because he’s working. So yesterday on my way home from the grocery store I stopped by the shop in our little community and made appointments for the three of us this morning. It was fun and I felt quite pampered. Its been years since I had one and quite a few since I even polished my toenails on a whim. That has never been something I do much, toes or fingers actually. So here I am in sandals with shiny bronze colored toenails. My husband will probably ask, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”
I started reading a book this morning in my iBooks on my phone. Usually I read books I get off Amazon, but this one sounded like an interesting fantasy so I started reading. I’m about half way through it. A nice dragon story a little different than most stories with dragons. I really have an emotional reaction to some of the events and what happens to some of the characters.
Going on to a less happy note. We are smack dab in the middle of a long stretch. Hubby has to work tomorrow so if he gets next Sunday off it will be two weeks straight without a day off. Whoever makes those decisions doesn’t have to work weekends. There is no guarantee he’ll get the next Sunday off either. Last year he worked a stretch of thirty some odd days without a day off. It would have been more but he took a couple days off for a medical procedure. How sad (not the word rattling around in my head) is that? Upper managers requiring production employees to work seven days a week while they get two and sometimes three day weekends to spend with their families. I know that there will be a judgement day and they will have to answer for their behavior. Even God took a day off and set it aside as a day of rest for man.
So, here I sit, the kids are out having lunch, hubby is working and I am alone to contemplate the injustices of life. I think I’ll escape back into the dragon world. Some of those characters have it a lot worse than I do. I can feel sorry for them instead of my husband and myself. I can hate the antagonist instead of bosses I’ll never meet.