What on earth has happened to me?

I decided today to treat myself to a manicure / pedicure. I have had a rotten few days and I totally needed a huge pick-me-up. I walked to the nail salon to spoil myself. This was a new place I hadn’t tried before, but it’s within walking distance and came highly recommended by Empress CaresALot.

So I soaked my feet in the warm water, and turned on the chair massager while the nail technician did her thing on my tootsies. After 5 minutes I was antsy. I didn’t have the sitzfleish (patience) to sit there. I kept telling myself to just close my eyes and enjoy the pampering. Didn’t happen. I just kept wishing that she would just hurry up.

After my toenails were prettily painted (no there will be no picture. The tznius police would come after me) she started on my hands. It was torture. I just wanted out of there.

I don’t get it. Here I was, being pampered as I so richly deserved, and I couldn’t enjoy it. Now I am home and up to my eyes in laundry and kicking myself that I didn’t relax.

I think I need a full body massage with soft music and a 3 hour nap afterwards. Well, that will do for starters…

Help Me Help a Friend

I have a friend over the pond in London UK who is currently expecting her first child and would like it to be born NOW. Her tweet of this morning was that eating Chinese food didn’t work. It’s been long known that eating Chinese food is supposed to send women into labour. It worked with me every single time, but hasn’t worked for her.

Can we give K some tried tested and true tips on how to encourage that baby to come out and meet his / her folks?

Thanks.

Goodbye to you my trusted friend

Well, the van is fixed. It’s no longer safe for highway driving. I don’t exactly understand what happened to it, other than some plug thing falling out and the engine overheating etc. It’s ok to use it for local stuff, but no longer highway worthy.

I will go pick it up at the garage today and bring it home, take my stuff out of it, and return it to my neighbour. He’s not going to be happy with me. He will worry how I will manage without a car. But I am not willing nor able to sink more money into a car that is not mine. I am not willing to drive such a rickety old car anymore. It served us very well and I will be forever grateful. But I am no longer prepared to take the risk anymore.

Luckily all the shops are local and there is great public transport and in a pinch I could always cab it. My friends that have cars have offered to help out too. Hopefully this is only temporary anyway because those visas will be coming soon (Do you hear me Uncle Sam?). I have looked into car rentals for when I have to drive down to NY – not cheap. I wondered if perhaps I could rent a car for a month and it would be cheaper. Nope.

It totally bites that I have a NEW town and country van parked in my garage in Monsey and I am stuck up here in Montreal without a car. Why is this? This will explain.

Having a car spells freedom for me. I love to get behind the wheel and just drive. Truth is though, at the moment, I feel like I never want to drive on the highway again, after what happened last week. The KoD and I will work it out with weekends etc – but again, hopefully we won’t have to do this for much longer.

I need more coffee.