Friday, May 17, 2013
Yesterday I went for a much needed pedicure. it had been since October2nd, 2012 since my last one and I am not good at giving myself a pedicure even though I tried. You can just imagine how much I needed one.
I didn't go to the usual place as they would all be asking, "Where you husband? Why you not come in anyway, etc" and telling me how much money I must have now that Ed is gone. Boy, would they be wrong! That is another story for another day!
Anyway, I went to a salon near my home that looked clean and bright and sisn't seem to be busy. I was correct about the cleanliness, brightness, and lack of business. I had gone to the bank, gone home and changed into shorts as it was getting hot out; so, it was after 11:00AM when I got to the salon. They took me immediately.
I sat in the chair, had the chair back moved to my comfort zone (straight instead of reclined), turned on the rollers, put my feet in the water, and was given the best pedicure in my life. A young man gave me the pdicure and was so good! He used a lot of oil on my feet, a salt and lotion on them as well as my legs, as well as the mormal trimming, cutting, somoothing, etc. At the end, before polishing my toe nails he wrapped my legs in warm towels. It was a much more estensive pedicure (what some ssalons call a spa pedicure) for the same 20.00 I paid in the other place. I will go back as soon as I can overcome the problem I had.
The problem? I sat in the cahir with the rollers up and down my back and should have been relaxing. In fact the one lady who was in there when I went in commented about how the chair and the pedicure was putting me to sleep. What she didn't know was that I wasn't sleeping. I was trying to not cry! I knew that if I went back to the usual place Ed and I went that I would cry because I would be reminded of how much I miss him and doing things with him. I thought going to a different salon would prevent the tears. It didn't and today I am still missing him and still crying.
Maybe I will be better in six weeks and I can go in, get a design, and leave knowing that Ed would be happy that I was having a good experience.
Lord, I come to you this morning, offering my tears of sorrow and asking that you get me through this time of grief. You know, Lord, how the grief and the tears and trying to work with my grandboy with his problems drains me. You also know, Lord, that I have been, before Ed's death, a happy person. Now I am dealing with grief over his loss, sadness when my little love has such a difficult time as an 8yr old, and frustration dealing with billing from the wreck I was in. Please restore my energy, my happiness, and show me how to help my little buddy boy. Amen