“The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art. ”
Leonardo da Vinci
It’s raining and I think it’s supposed to rain all day. This picture qualifies as a sunrise this morning.
I never know what I’ll be thinking about when I wake up. Today it’s feet. I woke up a little later than usual today so I’m behind schedule but will catch up. I’ll do a quick recap of yesterday. All of those boxes I packed the day before still needed mailing labels so that meant measuring, weighing and printing mailing labels. It also took time to compare rates. I love the insoles made by Going to the Sun Fiber Mull and shipping to Montana takes a huge bite out of my wallet. Pa and NY shipping are cheap by comparison. I got the nine packages to the Tire Hill Post Office, the best PO with the most wonderful ladies running it. Valerie was all alone and when I got there they were swamped. Thankfully the boxes were all labeled and ready to ship because I had to just leave them there without a receipt.
Next up, dental checkup. All well there thank goodness and it always feels so good after a thorough cleaning. They don’t polish anymore. Because of Covid I suppose. Then I did some errands, prescription pickup-I’m supposed to take 2 1/2 of my Armour thyroid tablets to total 75. The reason? Some days I needs the full 90 and some days 75. I asked the pharmacist at Westmont Rexall if she could cut some in half. She tried and they just crumbled. She said that the challenge is that they aren’t scored. I got a pill splitter and will give it a shot. I had things to take to recycling, and dropped off some pots at SEADS Garden Center. They are getting ready for spring. Can’t wait until they are ready to go! And since it was St. Patrick’s Day, we had corned beef and cabbage with mashed potatoes. I don’t EVER remember having that growing up. It’s an American invention. Laundry, laundry, laundry next. I said to Jay that it is amazing what I can accomplish now that I’m not tied to my computer and can focus on fiber and household things!
Now back to feet, and I lost my train of thought. Oh yes. What is it about feet? Why do we find them so ugly? A few years ago, on a sister in law trip. We had some kind of contest and I was the lucky winner. Jay’s sister Melissa offered a foot massage to the winner. The other sisters didn’t want anyone touching their feet, so, maybe I won by default, but really won. Melissa has no qualms about touching anyone’s feet and gives an incredible massage. That day, she taught me by her actions how to stop looking at feet with such disdain. It is a total act of humility to treat someone else’s feet with such care. I loved it! Thank you dear sister!
I started to notice my feet more. I started thinking about when I was in junior high and high school and how I was chosen to attend the Tam O’ Shanter Art Classes at Carnegie Museum in Oakland. I just went back to look at my newsprint sketch books. Badly faded and disintegrating at the corners, I am catapulted back in time when I open them. One session was on feet. I drew feet, feet and more feet.
Our artist instructor, Mr. Fitzpatrick could make anything fascinating. Unfortunately I was a teenager and was focused on the sketch and Martin Beaver (another student!) didn’t actively listen, but my brain took it in and years later I remember his wise words.
So here’s to feet! Appreciate them. Tomorrow I’ll tell you about how alpaca socks cushion your heel and for me at least, they solve the hard crusty heel situation. Oh, but I just told you!
Here’s my foot this morning snug in my alpaca sock!
In the meantime, remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!