Traffic

While we were on a trip this summer, our bus driver four times pulled into a highway rest stop, the kind where you can use the restrooms, get fuel, and something to eat. As usual, the ladies' room had a line, and the men's room didn't.  That's a topic for another day.
What I found chilling were the signs posted prominently on the inside doors of the stalls in the ladies' restrooms.  They were about human trafficking. There was a phone number for the reader to call if she knew about someone who was being trafficked or if the readers themselves were the victims of this crime. The signs were written in both English and Spanish.  There were tips about how to escape and where to go for help if one was exposed to this crime. Interestingly, the signs were inside the individual stalls and not outside on the public areas of the restrooms. Was this to help victims privately get the HELP phone numbers in case their captors went to the restroom with them? After all, the stall is the only private spot in a public restroom. I pray for those females, often young, who are caught up in this dangerous situation.
Take care,
Sylvia

Happy Feet

A news report today detailed a new trend: foot surgery that allows women to better wear the high heeled shoes that are so popular with many these days. Three procedures were described.
One woman had her second toe shortened surgically because it was longer than her big toe and in the way in the front part of her high heels.
One woman had a solution inserted into the balls of her feet so there will be more comfortable padding when she wears her high heels.
One woman had Botox inserted into her feet to keep them from sweating so much.  It seems the sweat was ruining her expensive high heels.
This is a trend I will not be following. I like good shoes, but I don't normally wear heels higher than 3 and a half inches. I also choose not to suffer for fashion, and I like to keep my feet happy.
Smiles,
Sylvia

I See

This post probably won't make a lot of sense if you have never worn corrective lenses.  I have worn glasses since the fifth grade, and I was excited when I got contact lenses during my college years. Even though I got the contact lenses, the eyeglasses never went away.  In fact, I wear them more than I wear the lenses these days. However, I have my going-out eyeglasses and my favorite pair of old eyeglasses that I wear at home.  For some reason, I prefer the old eyeglasses at home for working at the computer or reading.  Maybe it's because they aren't as strong a prescription as the newer ones. They are also more comfortable, although the frames are truly dated, with a  little crack at the top.
Anyway, I dropped the old eyeglasses this morning, and one of the lenses popped out. I can't put it back in because the little crack in the frame became a break. The lense won't stay in.  I guess I'll call the optician, but in the meanwhile, I'm looking for my tube of Crazy Glue.
Smiles,
Sylvia