Second Hand Rose

Hey, remember the half price rose I bought? I didn’t have huge hope for it but it is the source of the peachy looking rose. The bush is about 3 feet shorter than the other roses but it’s blooming and no other roses are close to that color. Ah. Personal satisfaction from gardening.

Meanwhile, I think I’ve wrung all the entertainment I can get out of that dahlia. Now that it’s here, I have to say, it’s not my favorite. It looks like a carnival rather than something based in nature. But the pink one. Gorgeous. I’m calling it the lotus dahlia.

I’ve had this funny little bump on my left foot on the outer part of the heel. Just like a very faint blister and whenever I have bare feet and my left foot is folded in my lap, I rub it.

Today I noticed that it was bigger and possibly a bit hard and even hurt a teeny bit. I think it’s a plantar wart.

As soon as I realized that I thought, “Great, a blogging story,” because one time I had a horrific plantar wart, partly my fault because I was young and didn’t really clue in there was a problem until it was very advanced and it hurt to put my shoe on. This was back in the 80’s and we couldn’t diagnose things on the Internet. And I should clarify the treatment was horrific, the plantar wart was just big and painful.

But just out of curiousity, I did a little search and already wrote about this in 2001 when apparently I had a plantar wart outbreak. Also on the left foot. Funny, I have zero recollection of this. Is this what getting old is like? Thank God for blogging. I got rid of them back then, I can do it again. No cause for alarm. I wish I wrote what I did to cure it. Hopefully that stuff you buy at the grocery store because that’s what I’m going to do this time.

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