I’M NEEDING TO TALK

And a good place to do that was with Jessica. You remember Jessica? Here She was my go-to girl for nails and hair – and talk. She refused to repair my tooth problem, so I made an appt with the dentist. He is NO help though when I need to talk!

Going to Jessica makes me remember Scott Westerfield’s quote “Sometimes the thoughts in my head get so bored they go out for a stroll through my mouth.” There are few that I don’t share with Jessica. Why I even told her why I hate this wart on my elbow. I haven’t even told any of you that. And you know there is little I do not tell you, my blogging friends.

Jessica is a lot like you. She listens and listens, throws in a information once in a while, then listens some more.

And she eggs me on. I would never have told her about the wart if she didn’t egg me on. Jessica, if you read this maybe you would like to know “eggs” here is not talking about hens’ eggs. It comes from an Old Norse expression that means “edge.” Maybe that is connected a little with daring someone, like making them do something sort of edgy. Well, maybe not.

She encouraged me to get a perm while was there. And she filled in the waiting time working on my finger nails. Aren’t they pretty? You know she must be a sweetheart to push me to do this “white” polish thing? Just like she thinks I’m bordering on young and edgy. I do like to be treated like I am young. But I did have more sense than to put white on my toe nails. She hasn’t given that up yet. If I do, I’ll take a picture to show you. See I told you I tell you everything – except the wart on the elbow story.

When I’m with her it is just like being at home. How’s that? Glad you asked. A few days ago I asked Sammy if he ever thought he was the meanest person in the room. He said he had not but he added, “I guess you have.” Yeah. I do. It is the absolute truth. Here at home Sammy is sweet, Roger is sweet, ReNee is sweet. And Jessica is too. I’m going to have to seek out different company.

I’m going to stop. I feel edgy. I’m afraid if I stick around, I’ll end up telling you why I hate this wart on my elbow.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to I’M NEEDING TO TALK

  1. shoreacres says:

    Let’s hope Jessica’s next advice and urging involves nothing more than toenails, and not colored hair — although you might like nice in turquoise!

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like that fourth finger with all the colorful dots on it especially as it contrasts with the others.

  3. pranabaxom says:

    “I’m going to have to seek out different company.” – I am not going anywhere 😀

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