of my little job is to smile. I do not
always feel like smiling, but smile
I must and smile I do. The smile is
getting harder and harder to pull off
though, because between the two of us,
Attila and I cannot earn enough money
to pay for the dental work required
to maintain it, according to the standards
of the affluent.
Yesterday a customer blushed with embarrassment when we laughed, and I inadvertently revealed the gap left by my recently extracted tooth. Thank goodness my employer did not notice this. I will have to train myself never to laugh at work, I'll have to work hard on a demure, close mouthed smile that won't embarrass the affluent customers. The smile won't be genuine, but the customers won't notice.
It it is the little things that make up the quality of life.
This morning my "weekend" begins, I have three days off work. I waved goodbye to Attila this morning as he headed off to begin his work week. The day stretches before me, sunny and quiet.
This is a one-foot-in-front-of-the-other, don't-think-about-it-just-keep-moving-summer. Not my worst by any means.
Harriet and her family came up to their cottage this past weekend, but my long work hours prevented Attila and I from driving over for a visit.
Our deck "garden" is flourishing. The basil plants are very healthy, and we are looking forward to making pesto in the fall after harvest. The tomato plants are growing, there are no blossoms so far. The hanging planter of bright red portulaca blooms is wonderful to behold. I have it placed so that I see it when I glance out the window.
Today is lovely and sunny. It was cold last night, 10 C. However the days are quite warm. Attila and I plan on going back to the blueberry hills this evening to pick more wild blueberries for the freezer. We always have a lovely time picking wild berries. The smell of sun-bathed pine needles, the breezes, the beautiful view from the hills and the quiet are soothing to the soul. My genuine and heart felt smile, and my laughter, will be welcomed by the universe, up there where the natural order of life is unsullied.
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"... it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes. The modern separation of enlightenment and virtue, of thought and conscience, of the intellectual aristocracy from the honest and common crowd is the greatest danger that can threaten liberty."
Henri Frédéric Amiel (1821–1881)
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