We always do whatever my sister directs. When I was a kid, she would cut my hair, select my clothes, teach me to shave my legs, teach me to drive, follow me on my dates, give me advice, etc. There never has been any stopping her missions once they are set in her head.
It was a quiet and peaceful day with only a few intermittent screams of pain from me as Sis began sawing, hammering and filing on my farmer feet (or should I say hooves?)
Sis went home and I went outside to feed the chickens. I was startled to see a pair of strange feet in the hen house. Then I realized those strange feet were my very own, beautiful, newly remodeled transports.
Can you even imagine someone coming to your home to give you a pedicure with foot massage? I can say “thanks” which I did, but I have to add, “I’m not worthy” of such a generous and loving gift.