Blew a fuse in the kitchen yesterday evening. I plugged in the space heater, then saw the sunset outside my window and had to run to get the camera to record it. Can't run the toaster oven and the space heater at the same time in the same outlet. I knew that, but the mind dumped all thoughts other than "Wow!" when the eyes saw the skies.
Many people refuse to live where electrical wires show themselves. Like the scar on my belly, we've got to hide the things that remind us of imperfection.
Speaking of belly scars, the only swimsuit I own - the one that I last wore... hmmmmm... it's been a couple of years... Anyway, it doesn't cover my middle. I haven't put it on, but I'm guessing that it actually highlights the scar that now runs vertically next to my belly button. I'll be taking it (the swimsuit - oh, and the scar, too) to Bequia with me in a couple of months. Do I hide my perfect imperfection with a t-shirt? Or do I let it naturally show itself and celebrate the fact that I'm alive and healthy, thanks to this beautiful scar?