This is not a Bible study today. It is a life lesson. You’d think, by age 74, I wouldn’t still be needing to learn life lessons, right? No, not right. Because, see, as you age, circumstances change, and you need to be able to adapt to the changes. Some of which you never even thought about, right? Right!
I remember, many years ago, being at Aunt Lucy’s place. She was a delightful woman, with a hearty laugh. It was a family reunion of sorts, and for some of us it had been 20+ years since we had seen each other.
I had four little ones to deal with, so I’m sure I missed a lot of what was going on, but one thing is very clear in my memory. Aunt Lucy has asked Uncle Everett to clip her toenails. He did so, being very careful, and I vaguely remember them laughing and talking quietly together while he worked. At the time, I thought it strange that she couldn’t do it herself, but the incident was consigned to a remote place in my brain. Until this morning.
I needed to clip my toenails. There was one that was encroaching on the toe next to to it, and it needed to be brought back inside its own boundaries.
Well, my body doesn’t bend and flex as easily as it used to. And the naughty toe was the little toe on my left foot, which involved having to cross that leg over my right knee, which effectively obscured my view of the offending toenail. Huh.
No problem, when everything is flexible and your eyesight hasn’t gone wonky.
So. I put my readers on, switched on my bedside reading light, and tried to situate my toe so I could see it. I have a cool pair of clippers that work really well, most of the time.
Ready, set, GO!OWWWW!
I clipped my toe, but the nail is still intact!
Wrapped a kleenex around the toe I’d nearly amputated, hobbled to the bathroom, managed to soak up the blood and get a bandaid around the toe. THEN I went to ask my longsuffering husband for help. When I told him what I’d done, he gave this LOOK, like “are you nuts or something?” What he said was, “Why didn’t you just ask me to do it? You know I would have been glad to help.”
After I finished shrinking down to about 2 inches, I said, “I thought I could do it myself. I’ve ALWAYS done it myself!” And suddenly that picture of my Aunt Lucy and Uncle Everett flashed into my mind, and all I could think of was, “But they were OLD when that happened!”
Right, Linda. They were about the same age you are now. Duh.
Terry patched me up and cleaned up the blood trail. He said, “Ask me next time.” I will.
Lesson learned: If you can’t see it, don’t use a toenail clipper on it.
That’s all I have to offer you today. Profound, huh?
I’m hoping to be back to my normal routine tomorrow.