Aesthetician

Watching an infomercial I learned a new word today. One can not be certain where one will gain new knowledge. As an authority on skin care an aestheticism is ranked in this infomercial along side of a dermatologist as proof this was a fine product. My first thought was what does an art aficionado have to do with skin care?

I asked the google of all knowledge.

aes·the·ti·cian/ˌesTHəˈtiSHən/ Learn to pronounce nounnoun: aesthetician; plural noun: aestheticians; noun: esthetician; plural noun: estheticians

  1. a person who is knowledgeable about the nature and appreciation of beauty, especially in art.
  2. (North American) a beautician.

There is a different meaning in the U.S. I did not know that but now I do. So both dermatologist(s) and beauticians agree that this new product which is a combination of an LED flash light and a personal vibrator is essential to your health.

In a blackout one can employ it to find one’s shoes and other enjoyment. It makes one ponder battery life.

Carpe Diem!

Visit with Friends

We had a nice long visit with friends yesterday.

Life long friends.

High school friends — Paul and I met in high school. We met probably in homeroom of our freshman year. My memory is vague on that account. Nevertheless we spent a great deal of time together in class. His surname was one letter off of mine, so often we were seated side by side in the back of class. Occasionally we were seated so that I was behind him in class and in one instance with a teacher whose last name also began with W, we were side by side in the front row. Teachers like alphabetical.

Paul was always nearby. I could touch him if I needed to do that. Sitting behind him in class was a plus. I was tall and grew taller in high school. He was taller than me throughout our high school years. In that one class I could hide if I wanted. It did not last long.

Purcell High School

We were not competitive in high school just good friends. It is rare that a friendship develops and remains throughout two lives in which being apart is as though it was not when those friends meet. Their meeting may be often or seldom but when they meet once more it is as though no separation happened. Our friendship is like that.

Through life our worlds separated and re-connected in a celestial mystical dance. We went to different universities. We got married. Magically our wives like each other. Raised families. Followed our own life paths. Attended our kids marriages. And as the families grew and spread out, we met up every few years to vacation together.

Cheryl’s reaction to an adjustment in her Parkinson’s medication destroyed our last attempt to vacation together. The disease is adding an element of confusion, hallucination and dementia as it progresses within her.

In the fall of 2019 we successfully made a trip to Florida by car to visit with family. After the pandemonium of COVID, I hope to make the trip north to visit Paul and Cathy. Cheryl occasionally talks about that and before I get too old, I suppose we should try.

With wonderful friends we had a wonderful, peaceful visit yesterday. We had long conversations about totally random topics that included children, grand children, the stock market, parents, food, diets and onward. Thinking about it now after the fact, I do not recall each individual topic. Our conversation merely flowed from one thing to the next. Occasionally it stopped. We were comfortable with listening to the cicadas. It was a pleasant afternoon and Cheryl had a peaceful sleep filled night afterward.

There are no cicadas in Minnesota.

Carpe Diem.