Yesterday morning I had my nails done -- manicure and pedicure. No, no polish. Now if you think I’m indulging myself, you’re right. But I am quite incapable of trimming my own nails, any of the twenty. I’ve been going to the same shop for many years now, and while there has been some turnover in the hired help, the quality has remained high.
But yesterday I got a bit of a surprise. The shop owner asked if I wanted my fingernails and toenails done at the same time. Well, yeah, sure. So there I was, sitting on my scooter (the seat turns) while two lovely Vietnamese ladies worked on me. There was a problem, though. My left hand likes to curl up, and yesterday it was most stubborn. At one point there where three of us trying to get the hand open enough to be worked on. Finally made it. Cliff took this photo for me later in the day, and you can see how difficult it can be.
Open, O Sesame!
A bee’s front end is good and kind
But never trust a bee’s behind.
A bee can sting if it can sit,
So always stay in front of it.