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Thursday, 19 April 2012

It's a Good Day

I volunteered to take my husband's car for an oil change this morning.  The alternative was for both of us to get up really early on Saturday morning, or for him to miss seeing my friend, Joan, and go by himself early Saturday morning.  He took Plan A.

After my fit-for-life class I bopped over to the dealership and left the car to be hoisted.  To my surprise, it was manicure day, and there was nobody in line ahead of me.  Well.  I never get manicures.  My fingernails and I have a benign neglect policy that we have all agreed on.  Every once in a while I notice that they're too long and I can't do anything.  So I whack them down with clippers, smooth the edges with an emery board, and go on with whatever I was doing.  When the cuticles start to snag and bother me, I soak my fingers, push them back and go on with whatever I was doing.  Do you see a trend yet?

I almost never polish my fingernails.  If they are polished, it means that I am going to an ultra feminine thing and feeling somewhat intimidated for whatever reason.  As long as they're a decent length I leave well enough alone.  So today I didn't get any nail polish, but the manicurist soaked, trimmed, filed, and cuticled my nails.  Then she gave each hand a 5 minute massage while I purred like a cat.  What an amazing feeling!  I swear my backbone melted a little bit there, for a while.  It feels so much better when somebody else does stuff like that for me, like when you get your hair washed when you're getting it cut.  It just makes me feel special and pampered.

And the best news of all?  I'm meeting Joan and her sister-in-law at the McMichael Canadian Art Collection in Kleinburg tomorrow morning.  Joan has flown in from Winnipeg, and we get to spend a couple days together before she goes home.  We go all the way back to grade 9, which is over 40 years ago now (when and how did that happen?)  We were each other's best man and only attendant at our weddings.  After a busy few years raising children we are closer than ever, thanks to the new technology which makes letter writing a thing of the past.  We only see each other every year or so, but that's OK.  


I won't be blogging tomorrow.

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