Do these sandals make my feet look fat?
I kid. I’m jumping, but it’s only two feet of water, off the dock outside our island get-away, our nowaternoelectricitynofooling idyll of the last 10 days. At the end of today, we are loading a moving van, and then tomorrow meeting a nice man named Jeff to get the keys to our (for now) permanent dwelling place, which has a flush toilet and everything.
To be honest, I don’t know what to think. I do know that I’m tired of trying to figure out what unguent (sorry, Korky, that’s what we call them in my country) goes in which bag. I know my sandals — my favorite brown flip-flops — officially smell like fish and probably always will. And I’m out of clean underwear, so we might as well come back to civilization if for no other reason than to wash my drawers.
So. I’m off the grid for a few more days and then we’ll all meet up and get things back to normal, a bit. Well, not “normal,” as I wouldn’t know normal if it nibbled on my leg, but as near-to normal as we’re ever going to get.
Meanwhile? As always, talk about yourselves.
I love the fact that you’re living at a place with no electricity or running water, but you’ve still painted your toenails and shaved your legs. Just saying.
Don’t look too closely. I only shaved part of one leg and then ran out of razor. But oh hail-yes (to quote a friend of mine) on the toenails. One mustn’t let all social niceties go down the terlet.
Those ankles look pretty darn good, too, considering they were a poison ivy mess just weeks ago (do I have that right?).
You ARE right — and the neat thing is, hair doesn’t grow through this particular scar tissue — yet, anyway. It’s a rather extreme form of hair removal I practiced, but there you are.