My Digits

My toenails had been neglected for quite some time. My fingernails for even longer. So today I went for a mani/pedi at a salon in Tallahassee.

I picked out the blue all by myself. For some reason I needed you all to know that. For my fingernails I wanted a nice clear coat. No color.

Yet the manicurist talked me into a light pink.

So now I resemble an Easter egg. Oh, and my manicure lasted all of thirty minutes. I scuffed the polish on my right thumb while picking up a carton of milk at Whole Foods.

I swear, I have the grace of a drunk bull moose tromping through a field of daisies. And that’s on a good day.

Peace, people.

Flight of the Flip Flips

Studly Doright and I just returned from a trip to Gruene, Texas, for a reunion of the Floydada High School class of 1975. 

Always on the lookout for bloggable material, I had the marvelous idea of posting photos of myself on a variety of stops en route to Texas from Tallahassee. 

I started out strongly:

Milton, FL rest stop
  
 

Unfortunately, I quickly forgot all about the idea after the second stop. I might’ve been sidetracked by the quotes on the booths. 

TA Truck Stop, Grand Bay, Alabama
   

 

Notice I was incredibly proud of my toenails. They’d been painted green to commemmorate Floydada’s team colors. 

Due to heavy rains and cooler temperatures in Gruene, Texas, not a single person got to see my toes at the event. Their loss, right?

The reunion was incredible, though, even without my toes on display.

40 Years of Looking Good

Peace, people.

Name that Emotion

Emotions can be complicated. Granted, sometimes I’m happy, other times sad, but there are other emotions on which I am unable to hang a label. Indeed, I might not even have recognized these emotions before coming across this list on Facebook, but I’ve felt most of them at one time or another.

 

(There are grammatical errors embedded in the list above, perhaps due to translation issues, but none of the meaning is lost.)

Some of the descriptions resonate so strongly that they trigger the feelings ascribed to them. For example, #5, “vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores,” instantly evokes the musty smell of well used books and the sense of longing I experience upon crossing the threshold of such an establishment.

The oddest is “lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster–to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.” I’m fairly certain that’s one I have no desire to entertain, but I can’t judge. Heaven knows I’ve experienced #’s 6, 9, and 22 more than a few times.

I have one of my own to add to the list. Pediluxuria: the feeling of having perfectly pristine feet that follows a spa pedicure. Not bad, eh?

Peace, people