Waning Crescent Moon
I never get blisters. Ever.
I have a dadgum blister, dagnabbit.
On the bottom of my left pinky toe, I have a nasty blood blister underneath a regular old water blister. If I wasn’t at least partially sane, I would just lop that little sucker off and be done with it. What good is a sixty-four and a half year old pinky toe anyway?
But I am partially sane, making me terrified of self-toe-lopping, so I did the next best thing this morning. I disinfected the needle in my first aid kit and poked my blister in a couple of places. Weird fluids that should not be inside pinky toes shot out in different directions. Whoopsie.
I imagined people wrinkling their noses and saying the word “Eww.” But I didn’t have time for that. I had to get going. So I smeared my newly deflated pinky toe with triple antibiotic ointment, wrapped it in a bandaid, socked and shoed my feet, and lurched on down the road toward Cozad NE.
First stop was the A&D Cafe on Washington Street in downtown Lexington. It was perfect. I have a bear’s nose for finding places like this. I can smell bacon and eggs cooking from a mile away.
The food was excellent, the atmosphere was totally laidback, the tables were spotless, and the waitress was Tracy. Ain’t she cute?
In contrast, there was a humungo blowup gorilla by the sidewalk advertising fireworks as if that made any sense whatsoever.
It took all doggone day to hobble to Cozad on my perforated pinky. I played every mind game I could think of to ignore the discomfort. Finally, I just did what I do best – I shut up and walked until I got there.
Peace, Love, and Mind MY Manners,
P.S. I originally posted some negative comments about Cozad based on an encounter with some rude people in a parking lot on the edge of town. I have since deleted the remarks. Everyone else I met in this town has been super!