When I don’t drink beer, I have way more time on my hands. Very odd phenomenon. No beer for a week, so much time on my hands today, especially since it seems that now is the prime time for pedicures, and the only available appointment this week was today at 8:00 a.m. Right. So I took it. What started as a way to cheer myself up as my broken ankle healed this spring is now a habit. A classic ruby red on each nail. Yup. Can’t go wrong with the classics.
8:00 a.m.: 6 of us, in a row on a couch at the salon, trying to wake up, and to be claimed by our assigned pedicurists. Each of us in our most open sandals. I swig my tea, which has way too much sugar in it, from my blue plastic go-cup.
I try hard to live a meaningful life, and it all comes down to this. Ah, the chagrin!
white pebble 