When I went to visit my manicurist at a Land Park nail salon yesterday, I realized this is the last time I will see her this year because my Hawaiian vacation is fast approaching. I share a lot of stories with my manicurist. Like how weird it will be, I just realized, to be in our house in Hawaii and have to take care of myself. I can't pick up the phone and order breakfast. Nobody will clean up after me. I'll have to do my own laundry, prepare my own meals, do my own grocery shopping.
My manicurist empathizes with me. She knows me, even if she struggles to relate. She's better than a bartender at a Midtown bar because I'm not getting drunk. Nope, I'm getting pretty fingers and toes. You can read all about my experience in my personal blog today at this link: Cat Stevens and National Enquirer at a Land Park Nail Salon.
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