Wednesday, November 17, 2021

What Do The Simple Folk Do? Well, I'll Tell You


That is what my increasingly weirdly shaped toes looked like today after Jessie and I went and got pedicures. That was the Big Adventure for today. I eschewed my usual "I'm Not Really a Waitress" red by OPI and chose instead "Flashbulb Fuchsia" by the same company. I think I mostly like OPI nail polish because of the great names they choose for their colors. But I have to say that they do indeed have great colors. They live up to their name! 
So to speak. 
It was a busy day. I did a few chores around here before I went to town and then I picked up Jessie and we drove just a few blocks down the street to the nail salon and sat in the chairs that massage you in so many different ways and luxuriated in the pampering. Spa music was playing, a trickling piano that just sort of wandered about, being calm and rather mindless. It was heaven although I always hold so much guilt about having another human being having to deal with my calloused, gross feet. I mean- there you are, sitting in the pamper chair with a person sitting on a low stool at your feet, tending to the beast hooves that have developed over time. I always tip extravagantly but still- it's not something that really sits right with me. 
Well. I suppose there are worse ways to make a living. I mean- someone has to open those Cologuard boxes and deal with human excrement for eight hours a day, five days a week. Lord, I hope they pay those people well. 

Mr. Moon had to go to town to get new tires on a vehicle and Jessie and I picked him up at the tire place and we all went to lunch at a new Korean/Mexican place. 
Ya know? I'm not sure that's the best idea yet. It was...okay. I got Korean tacos and I have my doubts about how long this place is going to last unless they have unbelievable drink specials or something and I'm not sure even THAT would help. 
But it was fun, anyway, and I dropped off Jessie at her house so that she could go get Levon at his little school and I took Mr. Moon to pick up his car with its new "shoes" as he said, and then we signed some papers...
Blah, blah, blah. 
I stopped by Costco on my way home and made the foolish mistake of not getting a cart because I only needed a few things, forgetting that even a few things at Costco are going to be HUGE so I struggled with my fifty pounds of pears and twenty pounds of bacon and five pounds of shrimp and so forth and got a dang cart when I left to get to the car. Costco is a world unto its own, isn't it? There may have been some hyperbole there which does not take away the fact that I did indeed struggle. 
And then later on, when Mr. Moon got home, I had to give him a ride back into town as he was buying a car from a very sweet lady. And now we're both home and he's going to a basketball game tonight. I will heat him up some soup and make him a toasted cheese sandwich and then I will eat my leftover gumbo after which I will work on my latest mending project which is patching a nightgown that I wore to pieces. I've had three of these nightgowns. I love them so much. The color, the design, the softness. And now I can't find them to buy anywhere but luckily, I've kept all of them and can use one for spare parts to patch the other two. Once again I am doing a sort of wabi-sabi stitching and I am thinking of how my mother prided herself on her almost-invisible mending. She was an excellent needle-worker in all regards but obviously, I am not cut from the same...cloth. 


One of my favorite pairs of overalls has developed a rip and I am almost beside myself with joyous anticipation to begin patching those. 
I suppose that one of these days I should get a life. 
Meanwhile, I am listening to this on my phone. 


I have to tell you that few pleasures in life equal the pleasure I get from listening to a book by Philippa Gregory narrated by Bianca Amato. I thought I'd heard all of them but no, I have not. And it's 21 hours and 9 minutes long of listening enjoyment!
Ooh boy. 
Life is good. 

Love...Ms. Moon





31 comments:

  1. I love Philippa Gregory and I think this is the recording I heard a while back. Yes, a good narrator can really make the experience.

    I can't bear to have anyone touching my feet, and hope I can keep doing my nails myself forever.

    Our lives are interestingly different. I've never been in a big box store. All I know about them I've learned from you. If I ever have to shop at one, I'll have to get instructions from you!

    Heck, I haven't eaten anything I didn't cook for donkeys years. So I'm interested in your fine (!) dining.

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    1. A good book read by a good narrator is one of the joys of life!
      I have a good friend who can't stand the thought of feet, mostly of touching other people's feet.
      As to Costco- I really do not mind shopping there. One of the reasons is that I always see the same employees even in that huge space. I don't think they have much turnover because they do treat their employees well and it shows!
      As you know I made most of our meals but sometimes, I do enjoy going out for lunch.

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  2. Flashbulb Fuchsia would make a great name for a drag queen. Your foot is, what shall I say, interesting! Yes that is the right word.

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    1. And what do your feet look like, Mr. P.? And also- what will you do if, when your Phoebe gets older she wants to paint grandpa's toenails? Will you let her?

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  3. I like wabi-sabi better than invisible mending. Your toes look lovely. I've never had a pedicure or a manicure for that manner. Not sure I would enjoy someone touching my feet and I can't stand nail polish on my fingernails.

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    1. I can't deal with polish on my fingernails either. It feels like they can't breathe.

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  4. But for your trip to Costco, it sounds like a nice day.

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    1. Oh, Costco was fine. Brenda and I threw masked-kisses at each other. She was very busy.

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  5. I love Phillipa Gregory. This reminds me that I need to read some more of her books!

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  6. I have recently started listening to audio books from Audible. Chocolate by Joanne Harris was fabulously narrated.

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    1. Our libraries here provide free access to audio books. I feel so lucky!

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  7. Nothing like a good book read by an excellent narrator.

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  8. A lovely report. My girl and I have a pedicure date planned for Monday, and I think I might straight up rip off your Flashbulb Fuscia color choice. The name alone! Plus it has a kind of shimmer and I'm in the mood for some shimmer.

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    1. I like the color a lot. I think you would too. And I thought of that too- tis the season to color things up a little.

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  9. I've been a nail-biter all my life and I remember when my Mom tried to cure me of the habit by painting awful tasting stuff on my fingernails. I would just lick it off and go back to nibbling them. I'm better now but when I am nervous - look out!
    I like your patching - I think it is artistic and crafty

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    1. I've never been a nail biter so it's hard for me to relate but I've known a lot of people who are.

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  10. I had to laugh ... your toes reminded me (because *you* said they're "increasingly weird shaped") of my son Emil's primary caregiver's aversion to toes. She will gag just thinking about toes, which she finds grotesquely ugly. At the group home, they hire a retired nurse to come in and groom residents' feet.
    I love that colour green on the fabric you are patching.
    -Kate

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    1. Some people just really hate the idea of feet and how they look. I've seen some pretty fucked-up looking feet but I don't get grossed out by them.
      I love that green too!

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  11. The one time I painted my toenails (well, one of them) I used "I'm Not Really a Waitress"! For what that's worth.

    I've only had one or two pedicures in my life and while they felt good, I agree about having someone else taking care of my feet. It's guilt-inducing.

    I have never read Philippa Gregory, but we have a couple of her books in our library.

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    1. Okay. Why did you paint ONE toenail? I need to know this.
      It is guilt-inducing but...I sure do respect the people who do it.
      I am not sure you'd like Philippa Gregory but you could give her a try!

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  12. I choose OPI exclusively too. Which reminds me I have an appt this weekend and better start thinking about what color I want my toenails to be next.

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  13. I'm like you in that I feel "weird" having someone doing things for me - like giving me a pedicure! It took me ages to start going for massages and facials and I still have the guilty feeling that I'm paying someone to spoil me. I know quite a few people who grew up with servants (in India and South Africa, for example) and they have NO problem being waited on, but that's just not me!

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    1. I can't even imagine growing up with servants. We did have a cleaning woman come in once a week when I was young. Even that felt bizarre to me.

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  14. I love all the Phillipa Gregory books and recently found "Tidelands".I read them on my kindle. I havn't ventured inside a salon here as there are too many maskless folks about.My toes envy your toes!

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    1. They were STRICT with their protocols at this salon. You had to wash your hands before you could touch the nail polish choices. And everyone was masked.

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  15. My brother-in-law called Costco the $100 store since really that's the minimum you can get out of there paying. We go so infrequently, because it's a 40 minute drive to get there, that we usually spend double that.

    I've never been into manicures or pedicures, in fact I think I've probably only had 3 or 4 in my life and yeah, it's weird.

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    1. That's the perfect name for Costco. I've actually gotten out for less but it's rare.

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