And Then a Day Sneaks up on You

I have Mod Podge all over my fingernails. It's going to ruin my manicure. Not that I ever go and have someone actually tend to my nails because I can't sit still long enough without ending up in some sort of a mild panic. Last time I had a facial, like 20 years ago, I had such issues with having someone touch me without knowing them that my thumb kept sticking up, as if I was giving the lady a "thumbs up." I kept noticing it, and then I'd tuck it in and within a minute or two, it would come back out. It was a battle, really, and although you probably think it's hysterical, to me it was not. I have to say, however; the esthetician noticed it and asked if my thumb was sore or something.

But the Mod Podge all over my fingernails makes me feel good. My mom was an artist in pretty much every sense of the word (never made money from it, though, so I guess that makes her even more of an artist) but she always was the one with the good ideas. Once, there was a coloring contest at the Red Barn (hamburger joint in Minnesota) and the prize was a free hamburger with all the fixings. Anyway, my brother Marc and I each colored a picture and turned one in. My mom helped my brother because he was a boy, probably, and guess what?

He won.

Forty-two years later and I'm still mad at her. I wonder what Girlfriend's classmates will think when she turns in her book report and accompanying game that is due on Tuesday. I helped her. I helped her to the point where I'm a Mod-Podge-ing fool. I swear. I Mod-Podged every, single thing that went into her report. In the beginning, Girlfriend was all about the Mod Podge and wanting to stick it onto every surface of her report cover, the game box, the actual game board, you name it. But by the end of the process (about two weeks' worth), she was laying on the couch while I continued to slather the stuff on with glee. I bet you twenty bucks we'll get an A. 

After a week of temps in the 40's and 50's we had sunshine and 80-degree weather, so we went to the beach today. For a minute I felt mom in the air and I want to go back tomorrow. The moment I felt her was when I looked down at the foam the water was making as it made its way to my feet. I thought it looked like pizza crust and then I felt her laugh.

BTW: I never let an opportunity for car knitting go to waste. Although I had nothing non-book on the needles, while HWWV pulled the car out I ran upstairs and grabbed a couple balls of some trusty Regia (Twisted Merino I think).