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“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Monday, September 01, 2008

See you at the fair


It's been very blogless out lately. Mostly, hard to get on line, but that ssems to have healed itself finally. I did two days of testing at the new jail - interesting experience. Every jail is different. One place is a warren of identical corridors, another is on straight line hall with different colored floor tiles for different sections. In one jail, they let the inmates have golf pencils at all times. In another jail, you have to keep track of even the paperclips. One jail lets the inmates come and go within the area without escort, another requires an officer to attend the prisoners to and from the testing room. Inmates are housed in dormitories or pods or cellblocks. They wear orange stripes or green stripes or solid chambray blue. Underwear is pink or peach. And by the way, you don't get to wear your own undies. You wear what gets issued to you and try to forget that someone else was wearing it last week. The one thing that is common to every jail is the plastic slippers worn by every inmate, male or female, big, little or medium. Everyone wears the same open-toe plastic sandals. You can't run in them or use them for weapons, and they can be steamed and bleached to get rid of any cooties the last guy may have had. Whoever manufactures those things is making a bundle!!!

I worked Tuesday through Friday, and then Saturday, we went to the fair. We saw a nestfull of baby goats that had just hatched.

We saw cows and pigs and draft horses and show horses and race horses and minature horses.

We saw minature horses' asses.

We saw the world's biggest cockroach wandering around. We also saw giant pumpkins, giant sunflowers, giant zucchinis, and a kalidascope of quilts!(They asked us not to photograph the quilts.)

We saw a llama with a really bad haircut. Do you suppose he's trying out for a part in the Dr. Suese musical? Good legs, but can he sing and dance?

You know it's plain folks when you see signs like this.

We went with MJ and RW, who are seen here, teasing salesmen and trying on hot-tubs. It's important to make sure the new hot-tub fits.

In the last post (almost a week ago)I was sorta surprised that so many of you mentioned you wouldn't be up for a massage. Howcome? Are you shy? Have you tried it and not liked it? I've had good massages, and bad massages, and once in Hawaii, I had a massage that was so much fun for me and the therapist that she wound up giving me an extra hour for free. Some people like to make small talk with the therapist. Some folks like to be quiet and really sink into it. I open the lid to the subconscious and relate the pictures that play behind my eyes while the therapist is working. Some cope with this, some can't. The one in Hawaii was grooving on it so much that she didn't want to stop. She was working on my upper thigh, and I was feeling the cellulite ripple under her hands and I told her, "I've always hated my cottage-cheesey butt, but all of a sudden I just saw it as a beautiful quilt wraped around to protect my girly bits and keep them warm. I have my own built-in quilt. Isn't that great?" And we both started giggling like eleven-year-olds at a slumber party.

Massages are expensive, but they can make you feel so nurtured and precious and comfortable in your body that they are worth it. As a treat. If you can go into it not feeling too shy or uncomfortable. Remember, you won't be the first naked stranger the therapist has ever worked on, nor will you be the most, or least beautiful. If s/he is a healer, then your appearance is totally irrelevant. And if s/he ISN'T a healer, then his/her opinion is totally irrelevant. I'm a massage advocate, and I give a good one because I know what feels good.

And some people just don't want to be touched by a stranger, and if that's how you feel, then God bless you, you are perfect just the way you are.

8 Comments:

  • At 11:39 AM , Blogger Galad said...

    Glad to have you back! Sounds like a productive week and the fair looks like fun.

    I agree with you about massage and try to do it as often as I can afford. It is very nurturing and self healing.

     
  • At 3:00 PM , Blogger Saren Johnson said...

    That poor llama.

     
  • At 3:48 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    I don't feel sorry for that llama at ALL--MY hair never looked so good!

    I think I'm just always so tense--the first touch hurts. I don't know what else to add to that!

    But the fair looks like soo much fun--we just had a break in the weather, but it was a gazillion degrees during the Cali-state fair so we opted not to go. Your pictures made me sorry we didn't--usually we go see Chicken dance (she didn't this year--too much else to do) and I really love seeing those llama butts and goat-noses.

     
  • At 5:05 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Massages rock! Whether therapeutic for places with owies, or just to help bring us back to the reality that we live in bodies that often need to be treated more tenderly than we habitually do. I love the sense of returning to my physical being if I've been stuffed way up in my head too long.

     
  • At 5:24 PM , Blogger Donna Lee said...

    I am very ticklish. Really very ticklish. I love pedicures because I like to wear sandals all summer and I want to look well groomed but they are torture. I had a massage once and it was awful because everywhere the therapist touched me tickled and I couldn't stay still. PK gets the biggest kick out of it. It makes me a good target.

     
  • At 5:06 AM , Blogger Kate said...

    I LOVE MASSAGES! And one day I'll be able to afford them again. I used to get them done by the same person who did my facials (about 4 house moves ago) and she was a lovely motherly woman about 15 years older than me. I was always a rubbery mass at the end with bad hair and feeling really relaxed. Perfect antidote to LA freeways.

     
  • At 8:14 AM , Blogger Alwen said...

    My husband bought me a massage for a birthday present a couple of years back, and it really helped the nerve-pinch problem I was having in one shoulder. Amazing.

    I was nervous but it was great.

    County fair coming up next week for us!

     
  • At 12:17 PM , Blogger Warrior Knitter said...

    Love your fair photos. That poor avant garde llama.

    I love massages. How wonderful to be able to have one whenever you wanted. I always bring my own music. Every time I hear that particular CD it always relaxes me because of the massage associations.

     

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