Today culminated about three weeks of self-prescribed “taking care of myself time.” After committing to the not-so-terrible, but less-than-fun physical exam, tetanus shot, blood test, mammogram, eye exam, and vision field test during this time, I gleefully celebrated my birthday today by going in for a deep-tissue body massage. It was only the second one I have ever had in my life. 
Our company left early this morning, bound for their northern home, and Don stayed home with Mom so I could escape, carefree, for a few hours. I went to town early enough to grab a shrimp lunch at DQ, buy some oil paints at Pontarola’s, browse through Macy’s, and do a quick hit and run at the scrapbook store before heading to my appointment. Two hours later I was laying between soft covers in the dimly lit room, inhaling eucalyptus fumes and melting under the slow, purposeful, circular pressure of the masseuse’s warm, oiled fingers against my forehead, temples, and jaw. All I could think was why had I waited eight months to experience this again?
After I floated home, stopping only to rent three movies (one of which was free because it was my birthday), I napped on the sofa while Don barbecued dinner. (Okay, okay, okay...and I also stopped for a small BR Raspberry Cheese Louise milkshake! Geez.) Orange cake and homemade ice cream topped the good meal and then happy birthday phone calls from our kids finished a perfect day!
All day I thought about all that I am thankful for, but realized there is too much to enumerate here. Suffice it to say, it all comes down to the love, forgiveness, friendship, hope, and joy that have been shared with me by those touching my life. Thank you.
Our company left early this morning, bound for their northern home, and Don stayed home with Mom so I could escape, carefree, for a few hours. I went to town early enough to grab a shrimp lunch at DQ, buy some oil paints at Pontarola’s, browse through Macy’s, and do a quick hit and run at the scrapbook store before heading to my appointment. Two hours later I was laying between soft covers in the dimly lit room, inhaling eucalyptus fumes and melting under the slow, purposeful, circular pressure of the masseuse’s warm, oiled fingers against my forehead, temples, and jaw. All I could think was why had I waited eight months to experience this again?
After I floated home, stopping only to rent three movies (one of which was free because it was my birthday), I napped on the sofa while Don barbecued dinner. (Okay, okay, okay...and I also stopped for a small BR Raspberry Cheese Louise milkshake! Geez.) Orange cake and homemade ice cream topped the good meal and then happy birthday phone calls from our kids finished a perfect day!
All day I thought about all that I am thankful for, but realized there is too much to enumerate here. Suffice it to say, it all comes down to the love, forgiveness, friendship, hope, and joy that have been shared with me by those touching my life. Thank you.
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