Sit.
Put those tired legs up. Close your eyes, and breathe in deeply.
Now if your feet are up, concentrate on relaxing each muscle from your great toes to your hips. Breathe again.
Shrug those shoulders a few times, loosen the dust from your joints and set your tensions free. Allow them escape out a nearby window, and bid them farewell.
Okay I've done that now too. We are on even playing fields of relaxation you and I. So here is what's on my mind;
I remember this morning's Facebook interaction, with a high school friend...a discussion (much deep thought was put into this) about the evening's dinner. He and his lovely wife (also a high school friend) were entertaining friends this evening (also high school friends of mine) and he was fretting somewhat in his laid-back way about doing "greek fingerling potatoes" or "citrus shrimp". I think he settled on both. Steaks too. :)
I settle into my deep stretch. I remember a sweet lady who is now a client at the spa but prior to that she was my neighbour and now she is I believe a full-fledged friend. She was in this morning, discussing the ups and the downs of life with me. A one hour pedicure took an hour and 45. That is normal for me. I get lost in the discussion, the therapy of it all. We walk away from the interaction healed. Our friendship deepened.
Should we make tea? Meet you back here in four minutes.
Okay mine is Earl Grey, splosh of milk and one cube of sugar. My favourite. Which reminds me of last winter's trip into NYC, and my beautiful and funny friend Tara from Paris gifts me a box of the most delicious Earl Grey tea in the known world. She is probably the one person I email consistently. I value her. So much so. I look so forward to travelling to Jordan this spring and seeing her again. She is true blue.
Speaking of NYC, the above chair was photographed this past summer in this lovely lady's apartment. Please send her and her *new* New York Times writer husband a mental message of love and happiness, for today was their wedding day and they are now man and wife. This little chair in the West Village likely sits empty tonight, wondering how the festivities went.
Do you like this song? It makes me cry. Well lumpy anyways. Ever get lumpy? I do-I'm a blubbering fool. Movies, songs, you name it. Commercials! Please, I'm a sap. But when some good old fashioned rocking out is required, I call on these lovelies. Help I'm Alive does the trick. As does Gimme Sympathy. :)
I'm going to sit for awhile here, I'm reading a new book...and my eyelids are getting heavy. The reading will sweep me away to a state of sleep-readiness. Yes there were other things that needed doing, but I'm glad we chose to sit a spell tonight. See you soon. xoxo
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