That is the problem with a holiday, isn't it?
we enter the swimming pool of days, shallow and warm and mesmerisingly relaxing.
Our "real time" is akilter.
And now we have entered that deep water of where in the week are we?
In the month? Which month?
In the spin of earth attuned with Sun?
But every day is Sunday for us here.
Thursday so we went to the foot spa and manicure place today and my nails are now varying shades of orange 🧡 . Paris chose a very neutral gel, and I discovered that I am ticklish - extremely ticklish - when my feet are scrubbed by someone else.
I wonder if that was a Thursday? And what shape their feet were in.
Although, another of my forbears was a shoemaker and a daughter who is a podiatrist so perhaps better than we could expect today.
8 comments:
I've never had a pedicure nor even a manicure.
It was a first for me!
I lose track of the days and I'm not even on vacation. Sounds like you're living it up! (mani, pedi... what next??)
I can't bear having my feet touched. I'd need sedatives or general anaesthesia to get through a pedicure. But those lovely days sliding around, which one is it now, are so good.
You should see me receive a pedicure. The harder I try to suppress my laughter, the more closely the person watches me to see when I crack up.
It is a pleasure Kelly.
I remember very early in my romantic life, a beau offered to massage my feet. No. Siree. The door was firmly closed behind him.
I had one friendly lady on my feet and one very strange and mysterious older woman attacking my hands. I kept a firm eye on her.
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