Blog re-run. This is a link to one of my earliest posts during the babyhood of my blog.
What is it with me and pedicures in February??? On Fridays??? I had another one tonight, but my pedicurist did not foist unwanted services on me, nor did she remark about my unsightly body hair. . .how’s that for a hook?
Before going to get my pedicure, I stopped at Half Price Books and got The Red Tent by Anita Diamant at the suggestion of Stephanie. It is told from the view point of Dinah, the only known daughter of Jacob and how all of her mother, Leah, and her “aunt mothers” as she refers to Rachel, Bilhah, and Zilpah shared one man. Obviously, it is mostly conjecture, but it is beautifully written–and I found the Prologue to be especially haunting and lovely.
So, my pedicurist, who didn’t speak much English, just smiled at me and looked at the cover of my book as I read and tried to ignore the very loud, opinionated MAN in the chair next to me. Seriously. . .come on. . .I think it is wonderfully enlightened of him to take care of his feet in such a manner (even requesting the wax dip), but keep your mouth shut and pretend you aren’t there so the women can enjoy their few moments of peace. He was saying how his wife was probably home watching Grey’s Anatomy (which was on the t.v.) and how he NEVER watched American Idol–he REFUSED and the ethnic breakdown of his students in his school and his blindingly white legs and. . .bless the woman that was working on him. She even had sharp instruments at her disposal, and all I had was a hard backed book.