Off for a massage and I surely need one

Don’t you wish he’d been your teacher?

If you don’t want a teacher, go here.

The West Coast School of Massage has inexpensive massages as part of the practicum work. I have a 9 am appointment so I’m going to have a shower (and a good thing, too…) and then somebody is going to put warm rocks on me. mOm says she had one of those and it wasn’t anything special, but to me it sounds like an incredible idea. Katie had one and it was much appreciated.

Speaking of Katie, she’s back with Daxus. Keith, Dr Filk and I all tried to intervene, and she spent 20 minutes listening to why she should not go, like, “He tried to kill you last November, remember?” but she loves him, and off she goes. So, if she gets into the newspapers in an obituary kinda way, I don’t want to hear anything about how I should have done more to stop her; I’m already stressing pretty hard on this. When people are quite cheerful about how they are making a bad decision, what do you do? Dr. Filk said, “You’ll be sorry!” and Katie said, “I’m already sorry,” and then Dr. Filk said, “You’ll be sorrier!” and she said, “I know”. Daxus doesn’t read my blog, thank god, and if he did, he’d just tell me to mind my own business, which is what he’s done any time I’ve called him on his bad behaviour. Paul said that he’s toying with us, but I’m not sure he gives us any thought at all, good or bad.

As soon as I can actually move and bend again (the charley horse is better but I’m still moving like, in the lovely Blackadder phrase, an asthmatic ant with some heavy shopping) I’ll be packing some more. I’m hoping to be out of here April 1st and even if I’m still here I need to dejunk in the worst way. What remains to be determined is how many of my housemates are coming with. Many things are not clear at the moment.

Woke up this morning to crunching noises

The slush on the street has frozen; I could hear tires scrabbling their way through it, especially in the big pile of frozen slush at the end of the alleyway.

Yesterday morning a young neighbour was looking for a cd and trying to drive at the same time and he ended up with two wheels in the ditch, leaning up against the south fence and retaining wall.  I was tempted to take a picture but I think that would have added to his discomfort, so I restrained myself.

Lindsay Lohan’s in rehab.   So, to answer your question, Weird Al…  (from White and Nerdy)….

She needs to be in rehab, mkay?


Last night I dreamed that Paul and I confronted an antisemite, and Mr little weaselly guy ran through the whole range of arguments all based on the premise, “Jews is bad” and of course you can’t debate with somebody like that, just hope you can get through to their kids before  they are entirely poisoned.  At the end of the ‘debate’ for such it wasn’t, he pulled out a gun and said, “I don’t need facts when I got me one of these.”  Paul and I had to jump off the architectural equivalent of a cliff to get away from him, and then I woke up.

That was a seriously weird dream.