Traverse City Record-Eagle

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March 1, 2014

Life As I Know It: Combating long, dry winter is losing battle

“Early to bed, early to rise

Work like mad and moisturize”

It’s a bit of late-winter advice that is equal parts Ben Franklin, Rob Ford and Oil of Olay, don’t you think?

One of the many things about this time of year that I have come to dislike is the dryness that invades my personal life.

The months and months of wearing layers and layers of my dresser and closets overused collection of sweaters, fleece vests and sweatshirts culminate with dry air sucking the last few drops of moisture from the outer layer of my skin. Now it flakes and sloughs off like the down of a thistle.

I try to win the war against dryness by trying maintaining a hydration system and a moisturizing routine. But the crackle of static electricity and the sound of ripped sandpaper whenever I yank a sweater off or peel a pair of socks tell me that I might not be trying quite hard enough.

The constant hum of the household furnace is the enemy. The constantly chapped lips, dry skin and rough heels are the result.

But I haven’t given up.

One of my life’s small pleasures is a routine of getting pedicures every month or so.

I love a good pedicure.

Not only for the shoe size-reducing pile of callous scraped off each time and the soothing massage and moisturizing applied each time, but for the momentary respite from the world a 30 minute pedicure affords.

It’s like showering with your clothes on.

Nobody ever gets interrupted during a pedicure, nobody gets asked to run an errand, loosen a lid on a jar, take out the trash, shovel the driveway or help make the bed either. Its thirty minutes of “he can’t be reached right now.”

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