For some unknown reason today, I've been fascinated with "make up". As you go about your dailies, does something stick in your head like a word and the more you say it , the more foreign it sounds. So I was just getting around to unloading my suitcases and needed to carry my cosmetic, big word there, bag upstairs to a more appropriate place than the back door mat. Looking in the mirror, I replied to my reflected alter ego, "you could use with some makeup, old gal". I didn't put any on, just carrying on a conversation with someone bound to agree with me.
Deciding then that enough had been done with this hour up housewifely duty, checking the clock, decided to not make up the bed. Why, after I had reached the magic hour of noon, would one want to waste costly exertion on that puddle of sleepy haven that was just arranged like I wanted it to be at 10:00 last night. So two make ups in a row.
Time for afternoon chi and meditation, so the supposed idea is to cleanse my mind, but an invasion of the calm snatchers made me think, "I need to make up with someone that I have been in some major rows with this past 6 months. Make up: to cleanse the air, get over a fight, then that would lead one to consider make-up, hyphenated for importance, personal kissing and such, sex. Well, enough said. So I've got to make up my mind about issues of mind-boggling importance. Make up the bed, make up with a friend, make up my mind, make up my face, make up for a fight...enough.
