I broke down today and got acrylic nails.  I used to have them years ago, but probably when I was belt-tightening my budget I gave them up, thinking I would grow my own fingernails.  Now, I've never, ever been able to grow my own nails before, so why I thought I could is beyond me.  But after years of putting up with my horrible nails, which not only look bad but which crack and break in various painful ways, I've decided to go fake.

There's a place just a few blocks from my house, run by a Vietnamese couple (of course).  The man, Hung, did my nails.  He seems to know only a few words of English:  "Full set fifteen dollars," "Pick color," "Square or round?" and "Put hands on table dry fifteen minutes!"  But he does lovely work, and I got to watch a Vietnamese soccer movie while he did.

We had more huge storms today.  Rained and rained.  I just can't get over this weather.  Highly strange but very welcome.  I finished one of my workshops for RWA and I did some more reading/taking notes on my plot book.  Also watched crime shows while I worked on my mosaic tabletop (not so easy with the new nails!) and folded laundry.

I heard a Western kingbird outside my window for the first time ever today.  I've seen them in the neighborhood, but about eight or ten blocks away.  I like them, with their lemmon-yellow tummies.  Also, they're a kind of flycatcher so they'll eat bugs.  Hope they stay around.

Thanks for visiting,
Kara