Dexterity through the ages
During my life's first decade, I spent practicing acts that I was going to repeat often during the course of my existence. One of those is clipping my toe nails.
It was tough cutting them properly, what with the nail clipper being too big for my small hands and constantly slipping out of my grasp.
On my second decade I started mastering it, slowly broadening my repertoire into pushing the cuticles and applying sheen.
On my third decade I was a master of it, but preferred to have someone else do it for me.
On my fourth decade I perfunctorily went about it, being too busy doing other more important things.
I am now at the beginning of my fifth decade and I am realizing it is becoming burdensome to do it on my own. I cannot see my toes well anymore without the right spectacles. I have a hard time reaching for my toes as it requires the suppleness of a gymnast to fold my legs like so. With the layers of lard in my middle, the act is almost an impossibility as the torso cannot fold to its full potential anymore. So just like the dust on top of my cabinets, I generally ignore my toenails, until wearing closed shoes starts to hurt because of their length.
It was tough cutting them properly, what with the nail clipper being too big for my small hands and constantly slipping out of my grasp.
On my second decade I started mastering it, slowly broadening my repertoire into pushing the cuticles and applying sheen.
On my third decade I was a master of it, but preferred to have someone else do it for me.
On my fourth decade I perfunctorily went about it, being too busy doing other more important things.
I am now at the beginning of my fifth decade and I am realizing it is becoming burdensome to do it on my own. I cannot see my toes well anymore without the right spectacles. I have a hard time reaching for my toes as it requires the suppleness of a gymnast to fold my legs like so. With the layers of lard in my middle, the act is almost an impossibility as the torso cannot fold to its full potential anymore. So just like the dust on top of my cabinets, I generally ignore my toenails, until wearing closed shoes starts to hurt because of their length.
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