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Wednesday, December 2, 1998
One of my friends is a massage therapist, and her traditional gift, a free massage, is much coveted every year. Well, I won it this year. And I really need it. I guess I'll wait until after vacation and call her to set up an appointment. By then she'll also have a new massage table, so I'll get the benefit of that. By coincidence, she got the gift I brought, a little canvas bag with a mug, several packets of hot cocoa mix, and a shaker container of a half-dozen different kinds of cookie sprinkles. I pay probably more than I should to get my hair cut because the stylist I go to does an aromatherapy head and neck massage before she cuts my hair. She uses scented oil and does a very thorough scalp massage, then a little Swedish-type work on my shoulders and neck. When I went in last week, as she was working on my neck, she said, "Oh, yeah. I remember what you do for a living now." She said she can feel the computer work in my back, in the tightness in the muscles across my shoulders. I was having quite a bit of pain there a few weeks ago, but I thought it had gone away. At least I wasn't as aware of it as I had been. I thought maybe I was getting used to it, and I guess I am at least to some extent, since I'm not going home and asking Bob to rub my back every night. But she said she could still feel it, and recommended a massage therapist that she goes to for body work. Kelly, my friend, is very good, but she lives pretty far away from me. I'm not sure how we'll work out the massage gift. It will be worth it, in any event.
I paid bills and did some laundry tonight, and there isn't much left to do tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get pretty much everything arranged and packed tomorrow night so that I won't have to stay up until midnight on Friday night. Oh, I'm sure I probably actually will, but I'd like to have things in pretty good shape before then. Misty and I had talked about going to Tom's Christmas concert Friday night; we haven't talked about it this week, so I'm not sure if she still wants to go, but if she does, we will. She's going to come over and check on Pyewacket while we're gone, and every time I write about Pye biting me, I think, "Misty's going to read this and be afraid to come over." I've been encouraged that she's been doing better lately, though. Maybe it was just a phase she was going through. She's developed an attachment to a new make-up brush that I bought last weekend. I had left it on the bathroom counter, but found it on the bedroom floor the next day, so I knew she had pulled it off the counter to play with it. I put it back, then later that night we heard her batting something arond in the bathroom, and Bob went to see what she was doing. He came back and said she had the make-up brush again (it's a big, fluffy powder brush). He put it up on the bathroom shelf, but she got it off again the next day. This time I put it away in a drawer. The next morning I was in the shower and saw her come in, jump up on the vanity, stand up on her hind legs with her front paws on the shelf, and peer around, looking for the brush. It was so cute that I thought, oh what the heck, it's not that big a deal, and when I got out of the shower I got it out of the drawer. "Is this what you were looking for?" I asked, and I gave it to her. She knocked it off the counter to the floor, then jumped down and grabbed the bristle end in her mouth, and shook it like she was killing it. Then she rolled around on the floor with it, rubbed her face on it, and threw it around the bathroom floor so she could run and pounce on it. I guess I'm going to have to go buy myself another one, and keep it hidden from her. I also lost a sock, I noticed as I was doing laundry. I had taken them off last night when I got home, and left them lying at the foot of the stairs. There were two; now there's only one. I wonder what she did with it? |
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I went out to dinner
tonight with a group of women that I used to work with. We used to get together at Christmastime for lunch and
do a gift exchange, but now that some of us have left the company, it makes more sense to get together for dinner.
We've been trying to do it every couple of months; this one was an early Christmas party. We spent about three
hours drinking, eating and talking, and we each brought a gift for the gift exchange.