Once upon a time I had a massage therapist.
I met her because she gave 5 minute massages on Teacher's Day and I missed it so I went to where she worked to get a massage. I teach her kids.
Every time I saw her I would laugh and laugh at one thing and another.
One day we became friends. It was like the best friend in high school that knows what you're thinking before you can say it. And laughs at the same seemingly ridiculous unfunny things that you do.
Last week during the massage she suggested that when she is working, body parts and muscles make sound effects depending on how loose or stiff they are. She demonstrated. Keep your eyes and ears posted for an avante-garde theater piece coming to your area.
Also she told me this story:
One day during massage school she went to an outside agency to get a massage.
Twenty minutes into the massage she opened her eyes to see that the masseuses thumb had been replaced by a big toe.
I'll just wait a minute to let that sink in.
Don't worry, it was a donor toe. Or not. Or maybe she had a thumb on her foot. None of this was clarified, as nothing was asked or said about the toe thumb.
Later discussions at massage school centered around whether the masseuse should have warned the client that she had a toe where her thumb should be. Not sure what conclusion they came to, as I never really got past the "really????" part of the story.
This week she has a job interview in the big big city and I'm taking her. It's the big big city that I've been saying I'm pretty sure I could get around in but haven't tried it yet. It should prove to be an adventure.
I have some blog guilt going on. I don't read the blogs of my friends as much as I once did. I catch up once a month or so. It makes me think that I have "no right" to be blogging. But then I realize that I won't remember the toe thumb story in 5 years if I don't put it here first so I guess what I'm saying is; I'm sorry I haven't been such a good commenter/reader. You can quit reading my blog and it won't hurt my feelings. I might not write as much but I'm thinking that you can count on some funny when I do.
Also- working on Bigger On the Inside (from Knitty) in Stichjones' Whovian Blue. Love It.
6 comments:
No worries. Read and comment when you can.
eh, I haven't blogged since April or May. I'm horrible at keeping up. Seems life just gets in the way. Besides, I think you were the only one that read it, LOL! Keep em coming when you can. I like the funny, the knitting and the thoughtful :-)
I already know what I'm doing. If you don't read it, that's YOUR loss! ;-) I love seeing what you get up to. Please keep blogging. And tell us all about this city trip. (take emergency supplies. Water and granola bars, in case you feet lost.)
You blog/comment/read when you can or want. It's supposed to be fun. Guilt be damned!
My favorite massage is the Thai massage place in San Francisco that I recommend to everybody. The literally walk on you so the toe thing wasn't such a deal breaker to me. Not only do they step on you, they get every piece of you cracked and worked on. I adore it. Maybe toe masseuse was just ahead of the game?
You blog/comment/read when you can or want. It's supposed to be fun. Guilt be damned!
My favorite massage is the Thai massage place in San Francisco that I recommend to everybody. The literally walk on you so the toe thing wasn't such a deal breaker to me. Not only do they step on you, they get every piece of you cracked and worked on. I adore it. Maybe toe masseuse was just ahead of the game?
I have not had a massage, but the idea of a toe replacing a thumb is something I think I might have heard about somewhere else. Ah, well. And, so it goes over here;-p
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