I did something today that I feel very guilty about.
I went and got a pedicure all by myself.
I know. I KNOW! This is what my daughters and I do together and I have broken faith. I don't know what came over me. My back ached, my hips ached. I thought about those chairs that massage you. I thought about the ecstasy of having someone tend my feet. I pulled into Elegant Nails and before you know it, there I was, my feet in the water, the chair set to "percussion and kneading."
It was heaven. I swear to god, I almost cried.
The women who were working on me and the guy in the next chair talked together in their own language. I know some people think this is rude but I don't. I love hearing their talk, it rises and falls like birdsong. I don't even care if what they were saying was, "Look at this woman's feet! She must be the offspring of a chicken and a mule! Her feet are like hooves and talons!"
"Oh, you are right! I have never seen feet so ugly in my life!"
Nope. Did not care.
And I chose what I thought was a sort of teal for the color but no, it is green and I like it.
"Thank you," I told the lady when she was done. "You have given me new feet," and I tipped her well.
Been thinking about Stephen all day long, and Ina May too. I wonder how it is for her today. I hope her children are around if she wants them. I was tying up my tomatoes this afternoon and wondering if she was maybe out, tying hers up. It seems to me that she is the kind of woman who, even the day after her husband dies, might look out the window to notice that the tomatoes have gotten gangly and need tying and simply put on a hat and go do it.
But of course I do not know nor is it any of my business.
Still, I thought of her and her husband. I am a little surprised at how sad I've been.
Lily and the boys and I ran errands and went to lunch. We went to the Chinese buffet which is Owen's favorite because he loves the noodles. And the soup. The clear broth kind. He is a basics kinda guy.
I looked around the restaurant. It struck me with great force that people who go to Chinese buffets are not on the whole, the most attractive people in the world.
That's so rude.
Fuck it, it's true and besides, I was there too.
And of course there are exceptions. But still.
I saw one guy who was probably a fine looking guy but he'd obviously just come off the job and if the amount of dirt all over his clothes was any indication, his job is to bore holes through the earth with his body.
Oh well. We had fun.
I'm about to go cook up some fresh tomatoes and basil pasta with eggplant and peppers. Bring on the nightshades! And artichokes.
I love the eating in summer. Hell, I love the eating any time.
Here's something I decided today- anyone who proclaims themselves as a spiritual guide or leader or preacher or teacher or whatever and who doesn't have eyes that twinkle with the joy of life is not a true guide or leader or preacher or teacher.
The Dalai Lama is a good example of what I'm talking about.
So. That may be a Ms. Moon guideline. Not that I'm apt to go off and follow anyone any time soon but I'm just going to tell you that anyone who tries to tell me what their god wants me to do or how to live who doesn't have a big-ass grin on their face half the time, who doesn't get the Ultimate Goof, is not someone I'm going to give ten minutes of my time to.
Here's some flowers.