Toes

Summer arrived today. Summer here is not marked by a gentle warming sun, sparrows chirping merrily in flowering trees or deep blue skies and pleasant cool breezes. No summer here is brutal. The sun is so hot that it superheats the air into an eye melting liquid. The wind is so dry that the spray from the car wash place across the road evaporates before it reaches the cars. Your black shirt sticks so strongly to your back, you need a shoe horn to undress. There are some pluses, though. With summer comes the tiny mini skirts and see through dresses worn by the young lovelies just off the beach. They grace the many restaurants around squint central at lunchtime. It's easy on the eyes.

But, summer also means sandals and open shoes. God! and those toes. And there are some scary toes out there. Today I walked back to work across much of Herzilya Pituach around lunch time. You must understand that after a pleasant winter of closed shoes, I am not used to this kind of abuse. It was hot, and the streets were crowded with feet being aired for the first time this year. Boy, there were some frightening toes. Look people, I understand it's hot and it is your right to wear what you like. Be it solid new Naot sandals or fancy red open Italian shoes with laces that wind up your shapely legs. Please, please, cut your toe nails. Get rid of that white nail fungus, medicine has made great strides in this area. If your big toe nail has been ripped off, consider socks or something closed. It's for your own good I mention this. The fact that I couldn't face lunch after the walk, well, that's my problem.

I would have posted pictures, but some of you may be eating or considering marriage. If you must have visual pointers, go to uglytoepics.