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May. 10th, 2013 10:35 amSometimes I wonder whether getting a massage every month is really worth it because I go in hurting and come out hurting differently. And then I have one like last night's, when I go in hurting and come out not hurting. Whatever it was I did to myself on P&R day, it completely trashed my entire left leg. I had knots in my foot, my shin, my thigh and my hip. And compensating for that tied knots in the right side of my lower back. But on the way home last night, I noticed every time I put my left foot down that my left hip didn't hurt, and that was a revelation. That's why I get massages.
While my leg was getting sorted out, I couldn't help thinking about the marathon victims who lost legs. I can't imagine what it's like to have a leg that isn't there but hurts anyway.
When I got home I hauled a 15-lb box of iced tea up to the second floor, without undoing all the good the massage did. I was worried about the box falling apart because the bottom was pretty soggy, and I was hoping it got soggy by being rained on, but it was (of course) a broken bottle inside the box. At least I figured that out in time to not cut myself. I don't know how the bottle broke, because the people who packed the box really did a pretty good job with the padding (shrinkwrapped cases of iced tea, wrapped in taped-up bubble wrap and padded with newsprint). I wrote to the company anyway, because I thought they ought to know, and got an apology and a coupon. I'm inclined to keep giving them business.
I need to have a cleaning fit tomorrow. Or possibly tonight, now that I have all this iced tea to caffeinate myself with. In any case, my apartment is working on becoming a pit, and I want to make it stop that. I wonder if making off with the enormous whiteboard the office is trying to get rid of, and installing it in the hallway at home, would help? If I couldn't go in or out without seeing "VACUUM RUGS", I might get around to vacuuming the rugs sooner than later. Apparently just looking at the rugs doesn't do it for me; it has to be on a list before I get to it. (Memo to self: put "whiteboard markers" on a list so you remember to buy some.)
While my leg was getting sorted out, I couldn't help thinking about the marathon victims who lost legs. I can't imagine what it's like to have a leg that isn't there but hurts anyway.
When I got home I hauled a 15-lb box of iced tea up to the second floor, without undoing all the good the massage did. I was worried about the box falling apart because the bottom was pretty soggy, and I was hoping it got soggy by being rained on, but it was (of course) a broken bottle inside the box. At least I figured that out in time to not cut myself. I don't know how the bottle broke, because the people who packed the box really did a pretty good job with the padding (shrinkwrapped cases of iced tea, wrapped in taped-up bubble wrap and padded with newsprint). I wrote to the company anyway, because I thought they ought to know, and got an apology and a coupon. I'm inclined to keep giving them business.
I need to have a cleaning fit tomorrow. Or possibly tonight, now that I have all this iced tea to caffeinate myself with. In any case, my apartment is working on becoming a pit, and I want to make it stop that. I wonder if making off with the enormous whiteboard the office is trying to get rid of, and installing it in the hallway at home, would help? If I couldn't go in or out without seeing "VACUUM RUGS", I might get around to vacuuming the rugs sooner than later. Apparently just looking at the rugs doesn't do it for me; it has to be on a list before I get to it. (Memo to self: put "whiteboard markers" on a list so you remember to buy some.)
