Dorsals

A way long time ago, Lily Tomlin, in a stand-up routine, asked the question – “Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?”

It’s still a valid question.

So we do Yoga with Adrienne, and probably ten times a session, she’ll use that phrase – “Press into the tops of your feet”.

It’s an awkward phrase, and I have decided that it’s time to do away with it. So, I propose a name for the tops of the feet – “dorsals”.

Dorsal means – well, it means that top surface. Like the dorsal fin on a dolphin, or a shark. I believe that it would be almost immediately understood, and the explanation wouldn’t have to be repeated. If we adopted this term, Adrienne would say “Press into the dorsals”. Much quicker, much cleaner.

I mean, we have soles, and balls, and heel, and arch, and the blade – why not just say “dorsals” and then we’d have the full set.

….Who, me? Today was a Sweet Spot ride and yoga, and then we went to a deal where we were plating food for a local Thanskgiving community dinner. My job was to hand Ethel plates (I had to separate them from a stack) and she would put dressing on them and pass them to the turkey folks. It wasn’t difficult or complicated.

Then this afternoon we watched “Lost Boys”, with one of the best closing lines in cinema history. I realized while watching it that all of the actors in the movie are now almost forty years older; that gave some strange visuals for, say, the two Coreys.

Then I napped, and we went to meeting, and now it’s time to grill burgers.

Dorsals. You heard it here first.