current state of mind: preoccupied
And if I fall asleep
I know you'll be the one who'll always
remind me
To live in the moment
To live in my life
~ “Living in the Moment” by Jason Mraz
My apologies
for the delay in publishing a new post. In the past couple of weeks we have
welcomed a new family member into the world, Elizabeth has dug multiple holes
under the privacy fence, I have been haphazardly navigating the dangerous
rapids of volunteer board politics, school started, and the new network
television season has begun. I believe, however, that things have slowed down
enough that I can actually write something coherent AND worth posting. Perhaps
. . .
Let’s start
with a “first” that I experienced recently. I received a 90 minute professional
massage from a very attractive male masseuse. I love getting massages. I have
no gender preference for a masseuse as long as he/she can do the job without
being chatty or breathing heavily. This one wasn’t chatty and he didn’t breathe
heavily. He was in his mid-20s (I think) and way too attractive to be my masseuse.
Unfortunately, the appointment was made and it wasn’t as if I could go to the front
desk and say “Um, excuse me. This is going to sound like a weird request; but,
you see, um, the masseuse you assigned to me is way too attractive for me to
relax. Do you have an uglier male or a female available?”
During the
first 15 minutes of the massage, I was extremely tense. I focused intently on
forgetting about the physical attributes of ‘Mr. Hands’. I practiced
meditational breathing and eventually drifted into that zone between lucidity
and sleep where I like to be during massages. By the time the massage ended I had
forgotten how attractive ‘Mr. Hands’ was.
Disaster averted!
PERSONAL NOTE: Counting down the days
until the opera!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: This is definitely
the best idea we have had in a while. Now to find the right candidate.
