Traditional Herbal Facial

Same girl, not as much talking today. Since she was rubbing exfoliating scrub, oil, moisturizer and cucumber all over my face, she didn't want me to talk, for fear that I'd get something in my mouth. Much appreciated.

Have you ever had your face rubbed for about an hour straight? Not bad. Weird thing is it made me realize how tense the rest of my body was.

Daydreamed again a bit today. I am still unsure whether or not to feel guilty about that. On one hand, it seems like a silly escape from reality. Even more lamentable when I consider that true reality is thinking about and talking to God, which is much more beneficial by FAR. But then again, it seems like work at times. Not always, sometimes it's elating. But it does require some focus and effort. On the other hand, daydreaming is, well, like letting your mind play. ???

Besides that, I'm working on that massive Christmas card project I mentioned a while ago. Plan to make about 200. Right now I'm cutting out different parts of the card. Should finish that tomorrow. Then I have a lot of stamping to do. After that, assemble all the pieces. And THEN I need to actually write in them! Yikes!

Had Indian food tonight. What is it about the spices that gives me such a sense of well-being?? I don't know! Also, how is it that such small bowls of "gravy" and flat bread can be so filling? Another mystery! My Mr. and I shared two flavorful main dishes and two garlic naan. And since we both had garlic, it doesn't matter! We will reek together!

Funny Story of the day:
Two weeks ago I visited a flower shop that I used to frequent before we returned to the States. It is run by a lady who I met in the park, exercising. Some younger girls work there, and her elderly mother and father are also usually hanging around. Her mom took a shine to me when I first visited a year or two ago, so I have always made a point to stop and chat with her whenever I'm passing by.

This time (my first time back in six months), however, one of the younger girls pulled me aside and informed me that grandma had been quite sick while we were away, and didn't remember things so well anymore. She would often wander off, or get a motorbike taxi and forget where she was going. The girl confided that if they kept grandma busy with the flowers, she didn't tend to stray as much.

Saddened, I sat down to talk to grandma. She did seem to remember me, but was confused about a few talking points, like her daughter, and the new house they had been building when I left. So, I kept it to general topics, like the weather and her health. She told me she was fine, but then confided to me in a low voice, "They make me work all the time!"

Ha! She might be a little confused, but she's onto them!