As I am writing this paper I think to myself, how in the world do I start this. I can’t tell you about any marks, cuts or burns on my hands because I don’t have any so instead I will tell you what I do with them.
My hands are mostly wide open with my children piled on my lap snuggling them and kissing their foreheads. I love combing my fingers through my one year olds toe head of hair as he walks by me with that cute little smile on his face.
When it’s time for haircuts I get out the Cookies and lollypops hoping they will sit still long enough for me to trim their blonde bowl cut hair and maybe get fewer cuts on my knuckles. My daughter, six years old going on sixteen paints my fingernails and toenails just like if I were at the salon. Usually after her bath while her hair is still wet I like to do french braids. She doesn’t like it so much, the process usually consists of her saying “Owe!”, “Are you done yet!” and me saying “Cut it out!”, “I’m almost done!”.
Yes, I have a white line around my left ring finger when I move my rings slightly forward. I admire them often, and think of my loving husband. Yesterday, I took my little puppy outside after several attempts of that cheap imitation flea crap you get at Wal-Mart, not working and tried picking as many of those damn disgusting, fast moving creatures off of her myself. So now I have little tiny nibbles from her. She was probably thinking, just let me hell go ill just deal with it!
Most days, if it’s ok outside, I’m usually hauling on the pull cord of the two fore wheelers for some cheap entertainment. Around and around the house we go, staling quite a few times, and repeatedly yanking on the darn pull cords for one more round. Ive never had long fingernails, I chew them sometimes until they bleed, and especially this summer specifically because of the ongoing battle of quitting smoking. I don’t care what day, week, month I hit I still want one!
Now I would keep going on and on and describe to you many, many, things that I do with these hands but I don’t think you want to hear what I do with them especially at work because I am a C.N.A, and we all know what they do for a living! Sad to say, after writing this short paper and a lack of time spent with Microsoft Word, these hands are getting cramped. The end!
Not to discourage you but my last cigarette was just after lunch, Dec. 14, 1967...and I still miss them.
ReplyDeleteThis is great stuff--describing what they do and what you do makes good sense, more than a physical description, and you really give the material a chance to breathe. This really is detailed and individual, excellent.
Imagine the whole first paragraph here was gone--the rest of it would work just the same and just as well.