2001
| August 23, 2001 Watercourse Way. That's the place. My Mother's Day present from my older son. Because I need to de-stress. It's nearly September. My older son said he'd strangle me if I didn't get my butt over there. My younger son added his voice to this. "Get your massage," they chorus. So, I made an appointment. Finally. My boss wasn't certain about this. FTO? I worked Monday from 9:30 to 3:30 and then at home from 4:30 to 11PM Comp time baby! So I went. First, I left my younger son slumbering in a heap. Too early to wake him. He wants to sleep 'till noon. I left orange juice. I put oatmeal on the stove with a bowl and spoon. Microwave available. I left bread. I left Crackers and chips. I left. I got there way too early. So I scouted it out, knew where it was (under construction - hard to find). I drove over to a mall and got the new issue of Vogue. Excuse me - is this a magazine or a catalog??? 722 pages? And nose spray - because I was out. I went back. In the temporary trailer, I signed in. They walked me over, got me a robe, slippers and sack. Put me in a room. Oh My Heavens! Lights. Musin. Sauna. BIG spa. Water cascading down the wall. Even bed to collapse on. And a HUGE shower. They will know when I have 10 minutes until my massage. Naked, I shower first and then descend into the spa. What a wild adventure. Low lights. Music. Towel on my head in a valiant attempt to keep my hair in some semblance of order. I try the jets. Heavy duty. I can't hear the music so I kill them. I try the sauna. HOT! I can't be in there more than a few moments at a time. I run in and out. I have a cup of water (good thing I brought it in). I float. I am up to my neck in warm water. I turn the lights even lower and switch channels. All soft mood music. Very Oriental decor. Rocks. Water. Buddas. I am very relaxed when they clump on the door. It didn't lock. And I do worry about the construction guy I saw winding his way around the building with towels and a power drill. I dry off, don my robe and slippers and go sit on the padded bench and wait. I find the restroom and wait a bit. And then go back. I told them I am fairly large and I needed a big, string man. I got one. Jerry arrives. My turn. We go upstairs. You go barefoot into the room. He leaves and I disrobe and get under the sheet. It's a thin sheet. Oh my! We start. He starts with my neck - which is as stiff as a board. It takes awhile but it cracks finally and then I have range of motion. It's hard to relax but I am trying. Shoulders. Legs. Arms. Back. I have an hour of this. I start on one side and the roll over. He's very good at draping that sheet! We joke that I am not letting go - hard to learn to do that. Just go limp and have someone move you around. Weird experience. But when he is done, it's an adventure. I would prefer to just go to sleep right there! Face down on the table. But, I dress (make up and hair are a lost cause) and make my way downstairs, very carefully. He passes me on the stairs and sees that I am walking. Well, I am. But by the time I reach the counter, I realize that my legs are like rubber. I don't care if I am late for work. I tip the masseuse. I drive to work. No rush. I try to brush my hair and put make up on somewhat in the downstairs bathroom and go upstairs to work. Giggling is a priority today. I have to do that again! They tell me I can bring my younger son in and get in the spa with him so he can enjoy the spa. When his counts are up I think I will. Maybe let him have the spa. Then he can wait on a padded seat while I get a massage. Yes. That will work. Maybe we'll make it a family affair. Oh my but that could be addictive! Of course, I came home to find my younger son had juice, hot sauce and chips. So much for the food I put out! But I didn't care. He can walk. He must walk. He will walk. I'm resting. |
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