Feeling pretty good, thanks...
I got my very first French manicure today and am ever so pleased with myself. It’s the little things in life that keep you happy, you know? The older I get, the more able I am to take great pleasure in little things. A dip in the pool makes my day. Watching the birds from the kitchen window delights me. Curling up with a good book, watching a cloud mass blow by, listening to bird song… it’s like being a child again.
By my estimation, I am going through my second childhood for the fourth time. I have become a child again with each grandchild. Though I must admit that it’s not as easy with Miss Emily as it has been with Kendall, Haley and Delaney, it is still wonderful to have a baby in the house again. She may not be as gentle and loving as the other three, but she certainly is adorable and entertaining. So bright, so mischievous, and what a mugger! She cracks me up constantly. She’s at that age where she likes to do the same thing over and over and over and over, a stage that wore me out when I was a mama but tickles me as a grandma… or NeeNee, as my four wonderful girls call me. Miss Emily called me that for the first time yesterday- so you know she has me wrapped around her chubby little finger.
My little girls spent last weekend swimming in my pool. It is so much fun to watch them. They are like otters, swift and silly. It’s also fun to join them. I may be almost 56 and more than a little plump, but in the pool, I am sleek and youthful and can somersault with the best of them. The pool has provided us with a medium where we can meet on equal footing. We are all water babies and kindred spirits in the pool.
Life is treating me well right now. My children are doing well, my grandchildren are thriving, my body has been giving me a respite from the stiffness and pain I have been dealing with for the past year, and even my sugar is leveling off. My “blues” have lessened, and my energy has increased. In fact, I am feeling almost like a kid again. Yesterday, it suddenly hit me how good I am feeling, and I stood in front of the mirror and shook my tail feathers. I had to laugh at myself. I am the grayest, fattest, goofiest kid I know.
4 comments:
Pardon the ignorance of an uneducated hick, but what is the difference between a French manicure and the other kinds? Most of the people I see doing them look more Vietnamese than French. Is there a Vietnamese manicure? German manicure? Laotian? I'm confused (don't worry, it happens a lot...)
Oh, Gryphon, my dear naif... a French manicure is one where the tips of the nail are white and the rest of the nail is translucent. It is true that most acrylic nail practioners I have encountered are Vietnamese, so, by that standard, I guess ALL the manicures they give are Vietnamese. No one gives German manicures anymore... seems they kept trying to invade neighboring fingers.
Yeah, I could see how the German manicure might have some compatibility issues with your French manicure or a Polish manicure...
Also, does your French manicure regularly attempt to surrender to other people's hands? That might explain the white tips. They're flags. Once they get sight of your feet, it's all over. The little white tips go up and your fingers become toes...
No, there have been no signs of surrender... yet... but they DO tend to treat the rest of my hands with complete contempt; they think my hands are cultural idiots and social boors. Sigh. Every time I wash my hands, they try to drown the manicure.
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