Red, white, and blue - that would be the color of my little toe that got sideswiped on the kitchen island. I'm very proud of myself for not cussing or crying like a baby. It just seemed like one more thing gone wrong in a whole list of things. On Thursday (before the toe sideswipe) I decided to get a pedicure, since my toes were looking exceptionally bad, and it is sandal weather. For some reason the nail salon had kick-boxing-wrestling on TV - Big hairy men sweating on each other - not at all attractive or what women want to watch on TV. The Asian guy doing my pedicure was enraptured with the wrestling. I guess it is a guy thang. When Toby and I go out to eat, if there is a TV in the place (and why are there TV's in restaurants?- pet peeve) Toby is not allowed to sit where he can see the TV. If he does see the TV, it does not matter what is on, his eyes drift to the TV and hang there. And so the guy doing my pedicure was not paying attention when he grated my toe and cut me. Although the guy poured antiseptic over my toe, I prayed that my toe would not get infected, and then went next door and bought Neosporin. Now with my little toe looking black and blue on one foot and the other foot with a cut, I feel like a cripple.
Today when I go over to check up on my mom, I should have lots of sympathy for her. Or possibly we will look like we have been in a fight.
While I'm in WF, I need to do some grocery shopping. We totally ran out of coffee - yikes! My husband, son, and several of their friends are into buying and roasting their own coffee. One guy bought a roaster and roasts and sells coffee at church. He was a no-show on Sunday. So, Toby and I had to resort to using coffee that we had bought last year in Peru. While we were in a little village in Peru, we got a lesson in picking and preparing coffee beans. Apparently the beans are laid out in the floor to dry. Then someone comes along and walks ( I picture Lucille Ball dancing in grapes) in the beans and crunches them a bit to get the shell off. Yep, coffee beans have a shell. The green coffee beans that we bought and brought home still had their shell. My son roasted them anyway. So, in order to use them, we have to de-shell the beans. While watching TV the other night, Toby and I sat and shelled beans. Very tedious work. I kept thinking, "Someone forgot to dance in my coffee beans!" It seems a good saying for my life right now.
On a good note, I found myself a tomato dealer. You see, I'm a vine-ripened tomato addict. My own tomato plants are pitiful and not producing yet, but now I have found a seller. I may make it yet.