Monday, June 25, 2007

Greetings from Summer

I can't tell you how many times I've clicked on "create post" and then drawn a blank, opened another tab and gone on about my computer business.
So here I am for a few minutes and I will be typing this time.

Today I'm happy that I'm getting a long overdue massage.
Not so happy that I'm always chronically in need of one, but it's nice that there are so many well-trained squeezers and mashers here in town.

I made the appointment on Saturday for Monday because my left shoulder was getting pretty hard to ignore. Then, Sunday morning I wake up and for no apparent reason, my right shoulder is so cricked that I can't move my head more than a few inches in any direction. It hurts even when I yawn hard. The pain is still there today, so it's a good thing I have the massage lined up. I wish now I had booked two straight hours.

I can remember one masseur telling me that my shoulders would just keep on doing this until I changed my life. But if I don't know what it is that generates all this tension for me, then what do I change?
I seriously live one of the more benign low-key lives around. I sell children's books for goodness sake. I have a happy marriage. Lots of free time. Wicker chair on the front porch with a cup of tea and a good book kind of options.

But you'd think by only studying my shoulder muscles that I must be Tony Snow or something.

I will say that I'm sad this morning because my husband just left for Kentucky. Another week on the road. It's always especially hard to see him go when we've had a few weeks together and I've gotten used to him being here.


jonathanhickman said...

I miss him already.

firstimpressionist said...