Good Grief
It is unbelievable what some believe in. I think it is called holistic medicine. Essential oils are right up there with the hype.
Dennis came home from Silver Bay with what he thought would be a great comfort for me. Hmm. It was a grounding bedsheet. Sold to him from the granddaughter that is big into essential oils. It is to be plugged only into the grounding port of an electrical plug in. It is then plugged into the organic grounding bedsheet. It is to tap into the wealth of free electrons from the earth’s mobile electrons via the ground wire benefits. A cure all to promote blood circulation, anti-aging, removes stress and arthritis.
Give me a break.
The only thing that kept me from laughing in Dennis’s face was the simple fact that the electrical plug-in behind my bed did not happen to be an electrical plug-in with a ground wire. I gently told him that I felt that running an extension board/cord equipped with a ground option would be too dangerous as I use a step-up and step-down when I get in and out of bed with the fear of tripping and falling. Whew, he bought it.
Medicine men are still alive and well, they just no longer use covered wagons to roam for patsies.
On a lighter note, I am in the waiting room, awaiting my quilt batting to be delivered from Amazon. It may be tomorrow or Monday. A good time for doing some cleaning in the studio from snips and wayward threads.
Subway is on the docket for supper.
Many small town celebrations for this weekend. I hope all works in the favor of those that participate or help in the planning.
With that I will take my leave. ♥