June 26, 2003
what else is a gal to do all by her lonesome tonight?
I landscaped with Kara all day today, as witnessed by my legs, perched in all their scratched-up naked glory on the desk by the keyboard, not to mention my chafed fingers pecking out the type, and incipient tanktop tan.
Anyway, I skipped outta class a bit early 'cause I had no partner to rub or be rubbed by and I didn't feel like hanging around watching everyone else 'ssaging... One longass busride later(I kinda forgot how the 72 travels all over creation before it decides to swing back to it's scintillating Lake City destination) I finally hauled my heavy bags in my front door, dropped them in a heap with my shoes and jacket and headed for the bath.
Ben was in the shower.
Feeling much better, I proceeded with my bath, at long last ridding myself of the grime of three different yards. As the warm water soothed my aching muscles I mused about the planting and weedings I'd done and how nice it must be for those people to come home and find all that work magically done in their absence and how odd it was that I'd been there all unbeknownst to them, intimate with their rhodies and geraniums, yet they'd never even meet me or know me at all...
I went to bed and read for a while, all cozy-like, but then I remembered I'd forgotten some emailing I needed to do, lucky for all you out there who would otherwise have missed this meandering moody musing.
So, here am I, blogging in the nude.
June 23, 2003
and more school.
Yep, that's what I'm up to. Past two weekends in school 9 to 5 sat and sunday... At least this weekend it's only sunday. Pah! Why do they need 8 hours to teach CPR, anyway?
It's not that I don't like school. Really, I do... Well, most of it, quite a bit, in fact. I'm just tired, in kind of a wired, irritated, sick-of-the-cold-rainy-ass-weather, ornery sort of way. And the kids are outta school so the sweet little dearies are HERE now ALL the time...
In myofascial release class last weekend, we did postural assessment, which sort of turned into personality assessment as well. My weight is pretty far forward on my feet, shifting my upper body forward, and all wonky. This coincides with being 'ahead' of myself all the time, always running to get stuff done(like dinner, 3 loads of laundry, kines study, massage hours, several art projects, mountains of paperwork...). Buzzing around, wearing myself raggedy for naught, because there's always more to do.
It's weird, 'cause I'm a pretty grounded person. I'm fairly aware and present in my body, I meditate and garden and listen to people well, but man, do I ever chase myself in circles sometimes! All of a sudden, I just find myself feeling down, exhausted and spent, completely out of energy. You know the feeling? Just kind of wanting to curl up in a tired little ball until everything goes away?
Yeah, that's where I'll be. If anyone needs me, well, they'll just hav'ta wait 'til I emerge again, like a little silkworm peeking out of its cocoon.
Is it sunny and warm again yet?
June 14, 2003
And this way, D can keep his braid on, where it belongs.
June 13, 2003
One of the nicest things about massage school is that getting together with a classmate to study can make for a lovely morning of yummy swedish massage!
It's Whiplash weekend, which means I'll be at Brenneke all weekend learning how to massage folks with whips-heehee. Actually, they're teaching us techniques for treating clients who have whiplash injuries, of course.
June 12, 2003
Oh, by the way, I'm doubleblogging this week-D is outta town and left me in charge.
June 08, 2003
Check out my illustrations!
June 05, 2003
Ah, the joy of gardening...