Dream with Our Eyes Open

My twin niece and nephew, Ilana and Sam, became b'nai mitzvah this morning. We are at a break in the raft of family events that have been arranged to celebrate this event: a family dinner last night at the hotel where most of the out-of-town guests are staying, the service this morning (where Ilana in particular knocked our socks off with LOTS AND LOTS of singing in Hebrew) followed by a Kiddush luncheon, tonight's fancy dinner party, and then brunch at my sister's in-laws' house tomorrow morning. The Young Lady and I had our aliyah and managed to get through it, and The Mr. read the "Prayer for Our Country."

So far so good, except that for some reason the ankle-strap dress shoes I wore this morning had both heel caps (a/k/a top piece or top lift) fall apart by the middle of the morning. It was the most bizarre thing. They are about 8 years old, but I have only worn them some half dozen times, and I always pack them back up in their box, wrapped in tissue, once they have aired out. These are not cheap-ass shoes, either.

Also, by the time the weekend is over, I may have had enough chocolate cake for a while.

Today and yesterday were both warm as all get-out (for January, anyway), but there was a cold spell before that, which meant my skin got dry, which meant I had to break out the lotion etc.

Which brought me face-to-face (or perhaps arm-to-arm, since I'm OK for facial moisturizer for the moment) with the fact that I'm running out of my two favorite products, and I know that one of them has been entirely discontinued, and I'm starting to worry about the other one. I could probably do quite well with unscented stuff billed as hypoallergenic, but I like the idea of nice-smelling stuff to smear on. The problem is, so many scents and scented products give me problems of various sorts.

Manually crossposted because I forgot again ... .