I can barely hold my arms and head up to type tonight. It isn’t from sickness or tiredness – though I am both – it is from languidness. My shoulders have the satisfying ache from use, I smell really good and I am well moisturized. My skin feels just right to be in, and I have a bit of the feeling Burt Reynolds would had with those boots in Striptease. Which causes me to twitch my toes back and forth.
Ever since I discovered that I had benefits that covered massage back at Celestica, I’ve been getting massages regularly. Not salon massages – the best ones are from RMTs that have their own practice. And last year when Emile and I were happily using up the maximum amount of benefits before he got laid off – well, I had a massage every 2 weeks.
I like my new RMT here – she is just around the block – and she likes to press hard. I can’t say I enjoy every minutes of that, but I find it a challenge to take the pain without wincing or jerking. And then afterward my muscles feel accomplished and well worked.
April 17th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Feeling pretty good for the first time in a week.
The sun shone brightly and for those uninitiated, you would be led to believe that the day was warm and fair. It was not, but it was a beautiful day. And we live 3.5 kms from Stanley Park – Vancouver’s glorious 1000 acre park almost in the heart of the city.
I arose at 7:30, changed into weather thoughtful exercise clothes and waited impatiently for Emile to drag himself out of bed. At 10, I announced with a flourish it was time to go – outside and the sunshine awaited us. He too wore his warm clothes and we set-out. We stuck to the North sides of the street that seemed to have a little more sun and kept our pace quick and brisk.
I was excited to visit the park, though I haven’t been there in probably 20 years. But vague memories crept upon me as I viewed familiar landscapes and the totem poles. We walked quickly, and then as we got to the seawall in Stanley Park, we ran. And we talked and we ran some more. We caught about Emile’s work, and my worries about my department at work, and Christmas and our plans for December and our upcoming vacation.
It was only by noon that I told Emile I was at the hungry stage and moving towards starving that we decided to make our way home. Emile knows that this is where the danger zone begins.
Breakfast was at “The Chef and the Baker” just around the corner from our place – casual enough to accept unshowered people in workout gear, but also nice enough to serve loose chai tea.
November 25th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: A visit to Lord Stanley’s Park and a feeling of contentment and well being.