DAISY ON MY TOE

It is the middle of July and the weather here has finally put together three days in a row warm enough to go without a jacket in the morning. It is warm enough that I’ve finally cashed in the Jamba Juice gift card I got for my birthday in January. It is warm enough to give toes freedom from shoes. Sandal weather is upon us in Eastern Idaho!

I have a confession to make. I am old enough to remember The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour, yet I have never had a pedicure. I had another gift, not yet used, to be pampered at the beauty shop. I finally made an appointment and turned my virgin toes over to the pedicure lady. Since it was my first time she promised to be gentle.

The first thing I realized was I should have shaved my legs. This experience included not only the feet, but the ankles and calves as well. It was sort of like not cleaning before the cleaning lady came over. But, then, a cleaning lady is another event I have not had the pleasure to encounter.
My short, wide feet were soaked, scoured, massaged, lotioned, exfoliated, trimmed, and massaged again while the sweet lady chatted me up with friendly comments. Then the toenails were trimmed and filed all fancy. I didn’t want to get too carried away with colors, so she put on a shiny clear coat of polish.

Then, just to prove to the gift-giver that I have actually, finally, gone to the beauty shop; I requested a daisy be painted on one nail. My attendant even added a sparkly gem in the center of the daisy.
I have a daisy on my toe.

It is not real. It does not grow.

It's just a picture of a flower,

So I'll look cool taking a shower.
It's on the second toe of my left foot,

A stem and flower, but there's no root---

because that wouldn't look good !

It's just a daisy on my toe.

My left foot loves my right foot so !

--Smothers Brothers

"Still crazy after all these years."--Paul Simon