A new toe.  Technically a new toe joint, but new toe just sounds better.  At 9:45 this morning, I’m getting said new toe.  Why?  Well I got this wild hair after getting new toe #1 that I would turn over a new leaf and exercise.  But what kind of exercise?  After reviewing my options, I figured a jazz class would be fun and serve the cardio improvement concept.

Paint a big ‘A” for ass on my forehead.  Just 3 weeks into said jazz class, I broke the bone holding toe #1’s implant in place.  So I’ve been hobbling and abusing Tylenol for months.  I wanted to get through the holidays without gauze dressings and crutches.  So today is the day.

And of course when you are on deadline and fully aware of the fact that for the next few weeks you’ll be in bed, foot elevated, tethered to your laptop, and a tad loopy from the meds, it’s a great idea to decide to put your house up for sale.  Yep, made that decision this week, too.  Maybe I was under the influence of Tylenol, but it has to be done.  Don’t get me wrong, I like my house.  I don’t like the middle school my daughter is slated to attend next year.  And I’m not big on the private school options.  Affordable faith based or $20k for the only other private school in the area. 

But the toe and the house decision aren’t the things I’ll remember from this week.  No, in a couple of months I’ll look back and recall that on January 17, 2008, my daughter put on pointe shoes for the very first time.  It may sound like a small, insignificant thing but it’s a big deal.  She’s worked toward this for more than five years and to see the concentration on her face as she stood at that ballet barre in her shiny satin toe shoes is indelibly etched in my brain.

So what do you get a woman who has almost everything?  A treasured memory.