I sent this picture to Lily and Jessie today with an accompanying text saying, "This is an actual photo of my foot."
I wanted to go get a pedicure. I haven't had one in practically forever due to the fact that the toenail that I ripped off in the bathtub in the overall-hardwear-related incident has taken this long to grow back. But it finally has.
The three of us spent approximately four lifetimes texting back and forth about various options and details concerning getting a pedicure and this involved schedules and child care and all that stuff until finally we resolved it all in an unsatisfying manner. Jessie and I would go and Lily would work.
I picked up Jessie and got to see the boys and I read August two books and he showed me his bunk bed for about the tenth or so time and showed me Slothy, his stuffed sloth whom he sadly proclaimed to be sick. Levon showed me his tractor. A lot.
While we were getting our pedicures, Vergil was going to take the boys on a bike ride so we helped them get all loaded up. Vergil has a very, very cool bike to take his sons on rides with.
This boy. When you kiss him good-bye, he puckers up and after you smack him on the lips with your lips he says, "Ta-too" which of course means "Thank-you."
I can't handle it.
Throwing us kisses before they took off.
We went to a nail salon that Jessie had been to before. It had a water feature that she liked.
I liked it too. It was mesmerizing, watching the little cartoonish bubbles rise to the top and disappear.
I ended up sitting next to Jessie where that lady in the blue shirt is sitting in the picture. And all was well. We both had very nice guys working on our feet. I always feel so fucking entitled when I get a pedicure. First of all, it's ALWAYS a person from another country who is giving me the pedicure. Secondly, they are required to touch my feet which are always so nasty. They look exactly like the feet of a sixty-four year old woman who goes barefoot half the time would look like. Also, I get terrible calluses on the backs of my heels. But I try to restrain my guilt and always tip very, very well. And then enjoy it all as much as possible. This includes the massage function on the chairs they always have. But today my chair seemed to be totally out of control. No matter what I set it on, that thing bounced me back and forth so hard that I was embarrassed.
And then, I happened to look down the row of chairs and there was another old woman whose chair was doing the same thing and she was rocking and rolling and I started laughing and before I knew it I was in the middle of that sort of inappropriate laughter you usually get in church and I could not stop. I don't think the lady noticed. I hope not. And I wasn't really laughing at her. I was laughing at the situation we were both in. I laughed so hard that both my nail tech AND Jessie's asked if I was okay.
"I'm fine," I managed to sputter. "Just fine."
And I gathered myself together and pulled myself together and finally quit laughing. And I turned the massage function off of the chair entirely. I wouldn't mind having one of those chairs to use in the privacy of my own home but I just could not deal with being bounced around like that in public.
And now I'm laughing again.
But it was all great fun and my feet look brand new.
Here's one of them. I actually have two. Can you tell that I wear flip-flops when I'm not barefoot?
So it's been a rather jovial day except for the part where I went through an old dresser to weed and pare the contents. I had some of my mother's things in there and it did not bring me pleasure to go through them. I still have her purse and wallet and it just seems so weird to throw those away but honestly- would I want my kids to keep my purse and wallet around? I'd want them to use the purse if they wanted to but the stuff in my wallet? Throw that shit AWAY! Mom's jewelry box was also in there and I went through her jewelry again. Mother loved to travel and she bought very inexpensive jewelry on those trips which represented the places she'd visited. I don't want those things and neither do my kids. But most are silver and I can't just throw them away. I texted one of my brothers to ask if his daughter would like her Granny's jewelry box, pre-loaded with some jewelry. He wrote back that she very much would. So that's good. There are papers I need to throw away. There's an actual receipt for the services of the moving van that she used when we moved to Roseland from Chattanooga in 1960 which lists all of her earthly possessions. Anyway, none of that was very jovial but I did manage to clear out drawers and make a donate pile of some sheets and pillow cases and silver-plated platters as well as a bag to take to the trash depot. Now there is room for quilts and blankets and that feels good.
I've picked more mulberries and I think I will definitely be making a pie tomorrow. Mr. Moon has been texting me from the Auburn game and he is so happy.
I am happy too.
It feels good to just flow with the day as it comes, being lazy and doing little chores that I normally would never feel as if I had time for.
Which is ridiculous.
Here's the picture I sent my husband last night when we were telling each other good-night.
"He looks like he's telling me to stay in Chicago," Mr. Moon texted back.
Jack may think he's the man but I know he's just the neutered male cat. I won't tell him that, though. His purring brings me too much comfort for me to want to hurt his feelings. And aren't we supposed to believe that it's what we think about ourselves that's important?
If so, Jack is one hell of a manly man cat.
And Maurice thinks she can kick his ass.
Sometimes belief just is not enough.
But that's a whole other post.
I've never had a pedicure in my life but it's getting harder to reach my feet I've noticed so there may be a pedicure in my future.ReplyDelete
Jack looks like he has catitude.
I've never had a pedicure but must say that is a great shade of blue for your toenail polish. That is nice your niece will take your mom's jewelry.ReplyDelete
At cards last week we (my lady partner and I) got into podiatrists, which shut up the fellows for a bit. We both go because we cannot do a decent toenail job. She added she gets manicures because she can no longer operate nail clippers. The guys looked at me. But no, I still cut my nails. TMI? The whole discussion began because I cannot shuffle or deal anymore. But Nancy still shuffles and back riffs the cards. Go figure.ReplyDelete
Your foot looks lovely...Is it blue or black? (the polish)...ReplyDelete
That bike is truly amazing! I always feel nervous watching kids on their parents' bikes, but this one is full of guard rails and everything. Three cheers for Vergil who must have looked long and hard to find this.ReplyDelete
And three cheers for you and your pedicure! I've never had one either, but yours came out so elegant I'm tempted.
The greatest gift we can give our kids is to clear out our stuff before we die. I too had issues with getting rid of my mother's driving licence. It might not even have done it. Ugh.ReplyDelete
Your feet look pretty good. I have somehow developed a bunion which I hate. I'd love feet that look like yours specially after the pedicure! Oh it's tough going through parents' stuff. I still have the purchase paperwork for their house, which was sold after they died. My kids are going to be really interested in that, aren't they? Tell me they will....oh well, okay then. Maybe I will have another go at clearing.ReplyDelete
i'm gonna treat my friend that housesits for us to a pedicure!ReplyDelete
i have my grandpa's wallet and my grandma's purse somewhere in the attic, plus all the family pictures. with me not really being part of the fam until i was 21, i really don't know who all is in most of them unless it's from my generation. one of my cousins cherry picked the ones she wanted a while ago and now they just sit in a tote. it's hard to be the keeper of the stuff.
I go barefoot 90% of the time, really only wear shoes when I leave the property or my feet are cold or it wet and muddy. and yeah, the backs of my heels are so calloused they could be horns. I do have a pumice stone I use when I shower. sometimes it's the only way to get them clean. my neighbor is always going through boxes of papers and stuff trying to decide what to keep and what to toss. she's got paperwork that was her mothers that's 20 years old. throw that stuff away I tell her. but she thinks she might need it some day.ReplyDelete
Once I can stop wearing socks again I hope I will still be able to reach my toenails! I do like to paint them cool colors. That deep blue is great.ReplyDelete
Isn't it funny that pedicures are such a thing? I mean, just a few decades ago no one would have thought to go to a nail salon or a pedicurist (or whatever they're called). No one other than the very rich, anyway. There WERE no nail salons. Now they're everywhere. Even I have had a pedicure! I didn't get that massage chair action, though. Maybe I'm glad.ReplyDelete
Pedicures with daughters must rank up there among life's sweetest pleasures.ReplyDelete