Yesterday was Spa Day and I woke up excited and ready a good thirty minutes before time to leave, which is very telling to anyone who knows my track record for timeliness. As we headed out leaving Baby Kate with her dad, we discovered we would have to drive the Land Rover. Visions of my October jeep experience with Missy made my stomach do a flipflop. Missy said there was no time to switch and wanted to leave the other car with the car seat for Wes. In fear and trembling I hoisted myself up into the green beast and Missy, at the wheel, gave me a slightly mischievous smile and roared the monster into action and we were off to our Spa appointment.
With only a few eeks and hyperventilation moments we were quickly to our destination and managed to squeeze our big boy into the teeny little parking space on the Ashburton main street area. The Spa was nice and had the appropriate earth sounds through hidden speakers. The receptionist was polite and ushered us upstairs to our appointed room. We each had a nail technician all to ourselves….and side by side settled in on our spa beds.
Missy melted right on down and from long experience knew the routine. I got right on down to business too. I had an Aussie bought and paid for all to myself and proceeded to talk her head off for a solid hour.
The only conversation that Missy had with her manicurist was about the color of polish for her toes.
I on the other hand found out that it was my technician’s wedding week, her colors were pink and cream, she had five bridesmaids, the names of all the songs for her wedding, that she was doing the reception herself, going to Thailand for her honeymoon, was from Queensland, the story of why she moved to Melbourne, that she was a latter day saint, her future husband was half aboriginal, she lived with her mom, and knew nothing about Celtic music. We discussed the weather, Texas, my grandchildren, my daughter’s wedding, and my trip so far.
I think I was supposed to lay quietly dignified for an hour and soak in the atmosphere and enjoy being pampered with a cold glass of mineral water. I would get a big fat zero I think if there was a test for accomplishing that. I was too excited to be dignified. I vaguely remember discussing my nail color and definitely was not chillin’ out. We all know quiet is probably not in my vocabulary but it was great fun and I loved having my very own Aussie for an hour. All in all a blessed Mother’s Day experience and my toes look awesome!
Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:4
