Today had 3 Somethings New in it:
I met a writer friend at an Italian restaurant I've never been to before. I known this man since long, long ago when we both lived in L.A. and took acting classes from the same teacher. My friend has written a roman a clef (which I now know means a memoir masquerading as a novel). I'd read it and wanted him to sign it, which was mostly just a opportunity to get together. We had a long lunch with great conversation, quite a treat.
I also tried kombucha for the first time. It was raspberry-lychee flavored, and had an underlying tang I suspect is a notable feature of kombucha. I think I'm going to have to try several versions to see if I like it or not. I hear it's quite good for one's intestinal biome because it's fermented.
The biggest SN was getting a pedicure. 71 years old and I've never had one before. A friend and I had decided to get together after my lunch, and she suggested this as a different sort of activity. Oh, it was just wonderful (except for one moment when the tough skin around my left big toe was clipped a little too closely). The hot towels, hot stone rubs, hot soaking water, ointments and soaps, and all the time being massaged by the massive chairs we sat it. How luxurious.
I chose a pearly purple for my nail polish. Next time I think I'll go for a deep, deep red.. The color really doesn't matter much, since no one sees my toes. Even around the house I wear slippers, and don't have any more of the sandals I brought with me to Seattle from the desert of Los Angeles. Still, it makes me feel sort of girly and ever so slightly naughty to know that my toes are painted. And how nice it's going to be, for a while at least, to have my rough, crusty heels be soft and smooth. Why have I never done this before??? Now I want to get a pedicure and facial, too.
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