It was an exciting day around here. First and foremost I saw my chiropractor about my painful shoulder and neck and things are better in the pain department here on Widowhood Lane. I may have to go back on Monday, but she doesn’t really think it will take more than that to get my bones back to where they belong. Knock on wood, soon I might start sleeping through the night instead of waking up whenever I turn over.
After seeing the doctor, I came home to a driveway full of hunky guys who were bare-chested (in my imagination) and breaking up the concrete in half of my driveway. Darn Michigan weather got too cool for construction workers to strip down to their six packs. A month ago they were here to raise some of the better slabs, but today they were replacing slabs that were too damaged to do anything but remove and start from scratch. I signed the contract back the end of May and I'm so happy to finally get the money for this project out of my checkbook and for the right reason. Seeing it there for so long was making me feel like I could follow my lust and buy a tablet and a bunch of girlie stuff that I really don’t need. These young guys were so personable, down-to-earth and friendly it made me feel good to have them around. They wouldn’t know how to give an elderly woman the you-only-have-half-your-beans-upstairs treatment if they tried. They’ll be back tomorrow before breakfast to pour the new cement. My house cleaner comes tomorrow, too, so I’ll have plenty of conversation that doesn’t involve canine-to-human mind reading.
Yesterday I went for tea with my Red Hat Society sisters which we should call a coffee since we were all drinking Starbucks. For some strange reason that lacks common sense they scheduled another walk-about for September and in the same week as one that was already on the calendar---we usually do just one a month. Normally I wouldn’t care but it felt like there was an undercurrent of politics involved that I wasn't understanding. And the two walk-abouts also fall in the same week that: A) My Senior Hall mystery day trip takes place; B) The dog has to be dropped off and picked up at the kennel the day before and after the trip; C) My Movie and Lunch Club meets, and D) A class I may take at a local college takes place. I can’t do all that in one week and live to tell about it, so I had to make a choice. I stressed my brain out so much deciding you’d think I was making a Sophia’s Choice kind of decision. What to do---the Farmer’s Market followed by omelets at a fancy-do downtown restaurant or the Deer and Elk Park out in the boondocks? Jeez, Jean, just decide and live with it regardless of the politics or power struggle that may be involved! Even with my self-imposed news block out still in place, politics are still finding a way to squirm into my life, even if it's just on this micro-mini level.
The catalog for the senior enrichment classes at the local college came in the mail this week and I’m debating between five classes: 1) Vulnerabilities of Aging: Laughter amid the Tears; 2) World Music Sampler; 3) The Never Ending Frontier (about the North American Cahokia); 4) The Humor of Jean de La Fontaine; and 5) Fun with Metaphors. The one I’m leaning towards is the Metaphors class even though the idea of creating metaphors in a class setting scares me to death. My second choice is the music class. I wish one or the other was in the afternoon to make my choice easier but both are 9:30 to 11:30 and last for four weeks. They also have a drawing class but I’m saving that one for the Fall II semester so I can slide that hobby right into winter when I'll be stuck at home more often than not.
Monday this week I got my first ever massage. I sent a text to my niece afterward, who loves getting full body massages, and I told her she’s going to be sorry she recommended massages after I burn up all her inheritance at the mind/body center. I’d like to try the hot stone & matrix massage next but the therapist who did my back massage said they didn’t do anything for her that a normal massage can't do and they cost a lot more. Keep an eye on me, kids. I just downloaded a free book to my Kindle called Essential Oils for Beginners The Guide to Get Started with Essential Oils and Aromatherapy. When you see a yoga mat and a Hoyer Patient Lift in the house (to help get me off the floor after a yoga session) you’ll know I’ve gone overboard with the holistic healing thing. In the meantime, my plan for getting my mojo back seems to be working. ©