|music on the lanai this afternoon|
Then there are those who use blogs, Instagram, text messages and such to pour out all the venom that's bitten them, as if life has handed them a more ugly deal than anybody else.
Nobody likes to read that stuff. It doesn't make the reader feel good, and it doesn't do any lasting benefit to the writer, contrary to what they may be telling themselves. Sometimes it even destroys relationships.
Yes, bad things happen to good people but I am of the firm belief those of us following the Lord will eventually see the good in even the bad stuff.
So with all that said, yes, some adversity found me when my air conditioning stopped working last weekend.
To make a long story short, our repeated calls to my repair company (with whom I have a paid maintenance agreement) were unanswered to the point that I had to bring in an entirely different company 32 hours after the discovery of the problem.
Eventually it came out that my repair company had sold in recent weeks and I was one of their customers who fell between the cracks during the transition. There is probably no perfect way for companies to do it; I understand that, as irritating as it was.
Yes, there was inconvenience that tried my patience, but by God's grace, we did not chew anybody out, but used tact and a level-head to progress through dicey conversations. I am especially grateful for Gary's good sense and business experience to navigate through areas I find challenging.
The problem has been fixed, I've got a new AC repair company and hopefully the previous company will do the right thing to refund the money I spent on what is now a useless maintenance agreement.
Nope. My life is not perfect, but still so very good. As Charles Dickens said, "There is always something for which to be grateful."
Moving into a more pleasant topic with some practicality thrown in, can you guess what this is, pictured below?
I now get a monthly pedicure by professionals. The picture above is my feet in a hot water bath with an ever-changing colored light bulb, the first step in the pedicure process.
I've done my own feet all my life. But as I am aging and becoming less agile, trimming toe nails is a necessity that's become a chore. A few months ago I decided a pedicure is a luxury that, for seniors, is more of a requirement.
Bending over like a contortionist to reach the toes is just part of the problem. There is also the matter of sitting where I can get enough bright light to see what I'm trying to do!
Having the best of tools is essential, particularly when dealing with the potential for in-grown toenails (please excuse the TMI).
|love the foam toe separators!|
A monthly pedicure is now on my list of necessary expenditures. The decision was easy on the first visit because luxuries were included in the price such as a massaging recliner, complimentary bottled water, foot and calf muscle massages, hot moist towels, lotions and potions, and of course, the long-lasting gel polish that looks like a paint job on a brand new car!
|a manly pedicure|
To my pleasant surprise, after a couple of months praising this process to Gary, he decided to join me this week when I went in. We sat side-by-side for this shared experience. Of course, he did not get the bright pink toe polish. He told them his wife would not allow it! The foot soaking, hot towels, and smoothing of nail surfaces was good.
|my toes and sandals|
With that shared experience behind us, Gary then suggested we try out a new ice cream/Italian Ice shop here in town. I love a guy who has such fun ideas!