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I went for a manicure and pedicure today.

My first in many years.

I don't know why I stopped doing this. I think perhaps it was the salon I was going to. All Viet Namese with all their chatter. I always thought they were talking about me. The paranoia of the outsider.

But things have been getting out of control lately. My feet need special attention because of the years of running in tight shoes. So the hands get the treatment as a packaged deal.

I have/had a nail fungus. It comes and goes. There is an ointment and there are pills but the pills are bad for the liver and the ointment doesn't seem to work very well.

So I found a new place to go that John has tried out. Not only do they speak English but the family is from Long Beach. A mom and two sons.

The guy who did my nails said it usually takes a year.

Not to get morbid but I don't have that much time.

In any case, it can be cut out and gouged. With regular attendance at the salon I can just take care of it through pruning and trimming.

Too bad you can't see my toes. They look great.

The manicure is not much different than what I do for myself just even all around.

I do not get polish. Just buffing. Enough.

I do like the massage and fiddling around that apparently goes along with the procedure. It is a little touchy feely but I go along with it.

Labels: pedicure