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Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite October 3, 2010

Posted by nrhatch in Health & Wellness, Life Balance, Nature.
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200px-RealMotherGooseBedbugs are making a comeback, especially in places like New York City where they may hitch a ride home with you from movie theatres, retail stores, and office buildings.

As intimated in the familiar short poem, these vampiric insects feed on your blood as you sleep:

Good night, sleep tight
don’t let the bedbugs bite


All but eradicated as a household pest in the 1940’s, these thirsty blood suckers are making a comeback.

Perhaps our overwhelming fascination with all things vampire has caused the renewed infestation?

Resilient little beasties, these critters can live for months without food, can travel easily, and will find a hiding spot almost anywhere.

Wikipedia ~ Bed Bugs (in Public Domain)

What should you do if you find bedbugs have hitched a ride home in your luggage, briefcase, or purse to take up residence in your mattress?

Head around to Beyond Pesticides and check out their factsheet:  Bedbugs?  Don’t Panic.

Ready for some good news? Bedbugs don’t transmit any deadly diseases.

Whew!  That’s a relief!

Clean Up On Aisle Ten October 3, 2010

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Mindfulness.
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IMGP1216bTo cry, or not to cry, that is the question . . .

Tears serve a purpose, acting like a metaphysical and metaphorical car wash for the soul.

Crying helps wash away sadness and pain, hurt and disappointment.

When my tears start falling, I let them fall down like rain ~ neither trying to choke them back, or force them forward.  I just let them do their own thing.

Usually, the rainbow comes that much sooner when I do.

Nevertheless, I prefer not to cry in public ~ in part, because I’m not looking for someone else to “make me feel better,” but, mostly, because my eyes get all red and puffy, my face gets all splotchy and blotchy, and my nose starts running like a fire hose.  In short, the after-effects of a much needed cry result in an unpleasant physical transformation which I prefer to keep private ~ thank you very much!

So, if my tears start falling while you are in the vicinity, feel free to walk away and leave me to heal in private.

As far as when others are crying . . . my response depends on who it is, and what they are crying about.

If they are merely crying over spilled milk, I generally allow someone else to do the mopping up.

Clean Up On Aisle Ten!