Hands Down

I am a person that pays attention to detail. Sometimes, too much attention. When I read a menu, I notice spelling errors. When I see printed signs, I look for errors. If things are not right, in general, I spot them. One thing that I focus on, that no one else seems to, is a person's hands. For some reason, when I meet someone, I look at their hands. I have no idea why I do this. I can identify every person I know, by their hands. If they stood behind a curtain and only displayed their hands, I would know who they are. I never asked anyone else, if they do this. I wear a ring that had belonged to my grandmother. When I look at the ring on my finger, I see her hand, wearing it. She died when I was ten years old, but I still remember her hands, as if I saw them yesterday. I must have been focusing on hands since I was a child. I am glad I only focus on hands. Toes are ugly.