I went to an Astros Game – Astros won by one point! How exciting…I’ve not been to a baseball game, professional, since I was a kid – and funny thing, that time was in the Houston Astrodome as well — the last time I was in Houston, huhn. I’ve eaten at some really delicious restaurants. I’ve had my very first ever pedicure -that’s right, I have never had a pedicure ever ever and never wanted one, but my sis in law talked me into it. My feet have never looked better and the experience was interesting. Of course while the other women were reading magazines or closing their eyes or talking on their cells or whatever, I yappity lips flappity doo dah dayed the young woman fiddling with my feet. How can you ignore someone who is being that "intimate" with your feet? My sis in law and I laughed and carried on with Tammy and Lori, our pedicurists. My toes now sport a jaunty bright reddish-pink.
So, new experiences so far: Walking on a boardwalk in Kamah? K???, which I’ve never done; going to a professional baseball game in downtown Houston (Reliant Stadium) and having a honking big chili cheese dog without thinking about just what was in that “dog,” and a bag of cotton candy that was so sweet it set my teeth on edge in a wonderful “I’m a kid again” kind of way, and singing "Take Me Out to the BallGame!" and "Deep in the Heart of Texas *clap clap clap clap*,” and then watching wonderful fireworks at the end of the game; and having a pedicure (this biblical thing of having your feet washed by someone is interesting and almost beautiful, however on the flip side, I’ve always been uncomfortable with thinking about someone washing and fooling with my feet – this “subservient” feeling of someone kneeling at my feet and me looking “down” at them – ugh – however, engaging them in my craziness helped relax me *laugh*).
My stay here in Texasland is coming to a close. Soon, I will be leaving and heading somewhere in South Louisiana, where I will briefly be, very briefly be, in one city – only long enough to catch a ride with my friends – where we will then head farther south: more later.
Don’t forget me…