Not Just a Pretty Face

The day before yesterday I went to Trashiyangtse's premiere (et seule)
 beauty salon with two of the other lady teachers:

We had papaya facials!

I thought it would feel weird to have a stranger rub goo on me but it was really okay:

After that, I did the Asian thing and got my eyebrows threaded. It is a very quick process.

It hurts, but no more than plucking or waxing and it does a better job:

I think I looked lovely:

Yesterday, I came home to an inch of water on my kitchen floor. My water supply comes and goes and in the morning I'd turned the tap to check if there was any and, finding none, forgot to turn it back.

Do you know one thing that's harder than scooping up a kitchen swimming pool with a rubber boot? Photographing yourself scooping up a kitchen swimming pool with a rubber boot to appease your blog reading public!

I think the flood was an incredible blessing in disguise. I had been worried that I wouldn't be able to handle living on my own. By the time I finished booting, my floor was dry, my bucket was filled, and my worries were gone, replaced with the conviction that I am a clever, competant problem solver- not just a pretty face.