Sunday, September 25, 2016
Saturday, September 24, 2016
We're going to go backwards and forwards so eventually all the posts will meet in the middle but you see my past and present. This is a present post.
On Friday I had my first massage. It was really weird but very nice. Here I am at 9 a.m. I'm exhausted and late because I thought snooze was a good idea. Oh and I couldn't remember if you drink lots of water before or after a massage so I downed a huge water bottle.
I get there and all the receptionist kept saying is, "we're running out of time." Like yes I know. Can we just skip to massage? I know I was late.
I meet my massage therapist and she's super nice. I go in the room and undress and lay under the comfiest blanket and I knew I was going to have to try hard to stay awake.
My massage therapist comes back in and moves the blanket and I was like, "hey I liked that blanket." (disclaimer: I didn't say anything you read out loud)
She starts in on my shoulders which were suuuuuper tight. And I have to say that that part hurt. But whatever I was still trying not to fall asleep but also be totally Zen and banish all thoughts from my mind. Okay, yeah, tell my ADHD that. I move my tongue around in my mouth because I read somewhere that the average human can fall asleep in 7 minutes if they're absolutely still. I had an hour and I was determined not to fall asleep.
At this point we're halfway through (my shoulders are so tight she spent a majority of time on them) and I have to pee from drinking all that water! Obviously I can't do anything about it until we're done.
She starts doing what I call the rolling pin (this was my favorite) and used her arm like a rolling pin and my back was dough. It was heaven.
She lifts one arm to rest next to my head. And in that moment I have a very big concern. When was the last time I shaved my armpits?? I knew she would totally go judge me with her co-workers after if she saw my hairy pits.
Next came my feet. I don't really have nice feet. In fact I have tyrannosaurus rex toes. But I knew I shaved my legs recently and so they were barely pokey. The challenge here was when she massaged my feet. I wanted it down but knew I was ticklish. I had to use all of my remaining will power to not laugh or flinch.
When she finally flipped me over with about ten minutes left I was concerned whether I should close my eyes or keep them open. Well I didn't want to be staring at her awkwardly so I closed my eyes.
All I could thing about was how cold her breath was but at least it smelt good.
My mind wouldn't stay still long enough to create a full thought but I enjoyed It and didn't fall asleep.
Thursday, September 15, 2016
This picture was taken probably about 5 minutes before he got out. My dog was making barfing noises and I took him outside so he wouldn't ruin anything in the house (he didn't end up getting sick) I walked him around for a bit and we went to go back inside. I open the door and bam! Bear is on the wrong side. I immediately panic. Bear was a feral cat and you could see in his eyes he remembered this place and loved it out here. I took out treats and shook them which usually works like a charm except when the cat has something more valuable, like freedom. I couldn't get near this cat who just fifteen minutes ago was loving me and wanting me to pet him constantly. I got our cat leash in case I could get close enough to grab him. The dog wouldn't stay inside and was eating all of my bait so I went to the next best thing and shut him in my car. He loves cars so he was happy while I was panicking. I was determined to get this cat back and at that moment because we have fisher cats (or bear weasels) that live in our backyard and they weren't taking another one of my pets. So initially my anxiety triggered a fight response. I called Pat still panicking and as my rock he told me to calm down and grab a blanket to see if I could cover him. Just a two minute phone call made me realize I needed to be cool and collected but still work fast. I noticed Bear was running circles around my car and not venturing further when I walked near him. I realized I just had to approach this a different way. I had to get him to go away from me instead of come to me. I quickly locked our other cat in the bedroom and chased Bear around the car and just as I predicted he ran straight into the house when the door was open. Saying I was relieved is an understatement. I've worked for months trying to get Bear to open up to humans and he finally loved us. He may have regressed some after last night but he's home safe. All I had to do was breathe and reevaluate.
P.S. I didn't forget the dog in the car either.
P.P.S. Thanks Pat.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
To be continued....
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
If you ever get a chance to explore go to the Lowell Mills. I love old mills. They fascinate me. Something draws me in. Maybe it's the old lives that still dwell there. I was given the chance by my sister. She was a fourth grade teacher and her class was going. She asked if I wanted to chaperone....duh. I wanted to be a teacher so chaperoning was at the top of my to do list. I loved it there and wouldn't hesitate to go back.
Well this was a hard time in my life and most people in my immediate family. We had just lost my grandmother the previous year and we moved to a smaller house. Nothing could lessen the pain we were all feeling but we had some friends provide help which gave us some respite from the blows we had received. One of the most memorable was a cake by our family friend Terri. She was a maillady in Natick who drive the very large mail truck when she herself was very petite. Terri is a wonderful woman and the cake she made us was such a thoughtful and heartwarming gift. Plus I love cake.
At this time in my life I was working in a got store and had worked there for a while, I ended up working there for 6 years. Well I was by far the coolest person to work there and mainly because I used an Avenger's lunchbox to bring my lunch to and from work. I love my Avenger's lunchbox but I then picked up a Rosie the Riveter lunchbox and in some cases that is the cooler lunchbox.
At this point in my schooling I had late classes two days a week. This gave me plenty of time to watch B and D1. B lived pretty far away so I only got to watch him while I was in vacation but D1's mom worked on my home town so her mom would drop D1 off and then be picked up by his mom. It was a great was to spend time with the littles and I loved them so much. And with D1 I grew close and we developed a special bond.
P.S. sorry no exciting story to go with it.