It's been a long week
We had inventory this week and even though I wasn't directly involved in it it's still affected the rest of us because we've been a little short of the kinds of staff that could actually help with customers and everyone has had to pick up the slack. Yesterday I had a surprise stint on the registers for the majority of my day because 2 cashiers called in. Then I was scheduled on a register today which I don't mind - in theory - because it's usually the only way I get hours on Friday. But still so terribly boring and not fun at all.
The weather continues to be cooler (in some cases much cooler) than usual for August but OTOH the humidity remains ungodly high. I know the humidity rises at night but yesterday evening about 9 pm when I woke up to pee and considered opening up the apartment. I opened the balcony door to check the weather and felt like I should be swimming! Or growing gills and/or fungus. It was only 75 degrees outside but with 95% humidity! It was nasty! So the a/c stayed on.
Last night I had another weird dream although rather ordinary as my remembered weird dreams go. It was mostly unusual due to the people in it. Donna, one of the cashiers from work (she's in her late 50s, 5 ft nothing and round - I'm friendly with her but not particularly 'friends') and I were going to visit the overlook of a lake in the park. As we drove in a saw an elderly man in crisp, dark blue jeans and a navy blue sweater picking up trash in the park. It was Harry S Truman! As we're walking up the path to the overlook we're suddenly joined by Mark Wahlberg. Over to the side there's a waterfall that tumbles down to the lake. At the edges of the river there's a solid rock ledge with dips and 'bowls' in it where the water is caught or just moving very slowly back into the river. There's a piece of cardboard floating in one of the puddles that's slowly making its way to the river and Mark goes after it. He slips on the wet rocks and goes down in a puddle. He tries to get up and falls again. Donna and I are pointing to a grassy place for him to stand for some traction but as he's trying to make his way there he falls again but this time in a much deeper hole and he's getting swept toward the river and the falls. Then the alarm went off. Now I'll never know if Marky Mark survived! I know there's probably some deep Freudian explanation for the weird shit I dream but damned if I can figure out what it is.
This is a Lotions, Potions and Brews weekend. I've got the basic lip balm made and gave out samples all week and the ladies liked it. Now I'm going to split the batch in half and add rose red mica to one of them for a sheer tint of color. Then I'll see how the ladies like that and if they do I'll take orders for different flavors - tinted or plain. I also want to get that scrubby facial cleanser with clay made. It'll be like a thick lotion but with lovely surfactants for a cleansing lather, clay to help pull out impurities, some nice skin loving goodies and microdermabrasion crystals for exfoliation. It won't replace my beloved Foaming Silk Facial Cleanser but will be a nice addition to the skin care rotation. I also need to make another batch of my goopy green Cypress foot balm. I ran out and I've been using the Peppermint foot Cream I made which is good but I'm having trouble with my feet right now and need all the help I can get. If I can I want to make another big batch of my favorite lotion to try some different scent combinations on. If I get my butt in gear and don't procrastinate on everything until Sunday I should be able to get it all done quite easily since I'm not doing anything else other than a load of laundry.
*sigh* It's not quite 7 pm but my body is really urging me to bed. But I don't want to. Maybe I'll try to find a movie to watch that I haven't seen in a while to keep my mind occupied until at least 10 pm. Don't know if I'll make it though. My body is really set now on the 'really early to bed really early to rise' schedule and doesn't like to be thwarted.
And finally, I just might have to take up the crochet hook again because part of me really wants one of these but there's no way in hell I'm paying $50-$75 for one.
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