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alonewiththemoon) wrote2008-04-07 11:45 am
alonewiththemoon) wrote2008-04-07 11:45 am
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I <3 my massage therapist
Saturday my massage therapist worked small miracles on my foot. I think all my muscles had seized up in response to the constant pain and swelling and were stressed from walking oddly. I'm still not pain free but I'm considerably more comfortable. As I said to M, my foot now feels like it has the occasional dull ember in it and not a constant hot sharp knife. My toes actually hurt more than the ball of my foot now. I have to be careful not to over use it in the coming weeks but I feel much more optimistic. I may survive the Morocco workshop and trip to Vegas in decent shape after all. I ordered a balance board for myself because I think using that in physical therapy really helped keep my arches and ankles strong--I just sold some back issues of a belly dance magazine which covered the cost of the board almost exactly, making me feel quite clever.
Saturday I also watched the Wood Memorial and the Santa Anita Derby. I'm doing much better this year in keeping up with the major prep races for the Kentucky Derby. I thought for sure Colonel John was going to fade as they entered the backstretch in the Santa Anita, even saw a moment where I thought he was out of gas, but boy did he dig in deep. He came out looking really good, too. Big Brown is still my sentimental favorite, but I think this year there's a lot of talent and a lot of heart going into the Derby.
Sunday I danced! and did some yoga. Not as much as I wanted of either, especially given that I'm supposed to present a piece in AJ's class tonight, but still. I wasn't any more achy after dancing than I was when I started, and I think the yoga actually helped a lot (see above about seized up muscles). We did a bunch of shopping that evening and I had a little trouble negotiating the endless aisles of Target, but the soreness left after a bit. We now have a brand new suitcase that is not mildewed from sitting in basements for too many years and a new trash barrel that is not falling apart and has an honest to goodness lid. Also I now have a pretty plastic swan. I try not to buy more junk but sometimes it just sticks to you, you know? Those Schleich models are very cool, I would have flipped over them as a kid and as it was I had to convince myself that we did not need extra horses and elves and unicorns and okapis in the house. It's like the next generation of Britains Ltd, bigger and more detailed.
Last week I watched Paprika--I think Satoshi Kon is one of my favorite directors ever, anime or otherwise. His films just keep getting better and better. I somehow hadn't realized that he did the Paranoia Agent series, but it makes perfect sense. I love the way he blends the fantastic with serious social commentary. There's an interview with him, the author of the manga Paprika was based on and the two lead voice actors in the Paprika DVD extras, and he's just so charming. I'm aesthetically and intellectually smitten.
Dreamed very vividly of Seti last night, I think for the first time since he passed away, or at least the first time this vividly. It was nice to see him again. As usual when I dream of past ferrets, the overwhelming sensation was tactile, the feel of fur and warmth.
Saturday I also watched the Wood Memorial and the Santa Anita Derby. I'm doing much better this year in keeping up with the major prep races for the Kentucky Derby. I thought for sure Colonel John was going to fade as they entered the backstretch in the Santa Anita, even saw a moment where I thought he was out of gas, but boy did he dig in deep. He came out looking really good, too. Big Brown is still my sentimental favorite, but I think this year there's a lot of talent and a lot of heart going into the Derby.
Sunday I danced! and did some yoga. Not as much as I wanted of either, especially given that I'm supposed to present a piece in AJ's class tonight, but still. I wasn't any more achy after dancing than I was when I started, and I think the yoga actually helped a lot (see above about seized up muscles). We did a bunch of shopping that evening and I had a little trouble negotiating the endless aisles of Target, but the soreness left after a bit. We now have a brand new suitcase that is not mildewed from sitting in basements for too many years and a new trash barrel that is not falling apart and has an honest to goodness lid. Also I now have a pretty plastic swan. I try not to buy more junk but sometimes it just sticks to you, you know? Those Schleich models are very cool, I would have flipped over them as a kid and as it was I had to convince myself that we did not need extra horses and elves and unicorns and okapis in the house. It's like the next generation of Britains Ltd, bigger and more detailed.
Last week I watched Paprika--I think Satoshi Kon is one of my favorite directors ever, anime or otherwise. His films just keep getting better and better. I somehow hadn't realized that he did the Paranoia Agent series, but it makes perfect sense. I love the way he blends the fantastic with serious social commentary. There's an interview with him, the author of the manga Paprika was based on and the two lead voice actors in the Paprika DVD extras, and he's just so charming. I'm aesthetically and intellectually smitten.
Dreamed very vividly of Seti last night, I think for the first time since he passed away, or at least the first time this vividly. It was nice to see him again. As usual when I dream of past ferrets, the overwhelming sensation was tactile, the feel of fur and warmth.