Eleven weeks and two surgeries later, I am not at all happy about still being in a cast, hobbling around on crutches. I had expected to spend my summer whitewater kayaking, mountain biking, backpacking, and playing soccer and tennis. It hasn’t quite worked out that way. I blew out my Achilles tendon in early June, and have been cooling my heels (so to speak) since then.
Yesterday, at a street fair, a local day spa had its aestheticians doing free “nail art” for passers-by. Since my big toe will be on display for weeks to come still, I could hardly refuse these “nail artists” such an attractive canvass. Sadly, the woman behind the paint failed to live up to the challenge, and my toe-nail was festooned with a diminutive, rather unimaginative little daisy. “Sorry,” she said timidly, “It’s the only thing I know how to paint.”
In a show of team solidarity, however, Yoo-Mi, BJ, and Zing duly queued to have their right toe-nails similarly adorned. Now you know how to pick us out if you should happen to pass us on the street.
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