October 14, 2005
all good things must end and loverzan's time has come to fade away, like a good magical queendom, into history and the archives of...
My brand new bouncing baby blog, Breaking Sod!
So long, sweet Loverzan, three years of love, loss, joy, grief, art, humor and gardening have I spent in thy wondrous realm and I shall miss the gleaming towers, the unicorn, dragon and mighty goddess guardian.
Goodbye too, with much love and many thanks to my generous host and erstwhile fiance, Daniel Talsky, who created this beautiful place for me to express myself and has hosted and administered and geekwizarded for me all these years, despite much frusticating angst. You will always be family.
And of course, to my dear readers, one and all:
Thank you so very much for sharing my stories and inspirations and silliness. It's been loverly.
Come help me break the sod and grow a whole new world-don't be afraid to dig in-the love is still there.
October 13, 2005
OK, this cold izzen fuddy anymore-somebody make it stop before I sneeze my headache inside out!
At least I got to stay home(couldn't very well give massage with my nose running like a leaky faucet) and devote the day to garlicking myself and working on my new blog.
The header's starting to look good. Man, I suck at the mathematical parts of this stuff. But I just need to add one thing and then, keep your fingers crossed as I attempt to whack it into place!
Oh my head... I think I'll go eat some soup now.
October 12, 2005
God is change.
Octavia Butler, 'Parable of Talents'
plashes wetly as the cars zoom blurrily by the lounge window here at work. People hustle past, hidden under bobbing umbrellas or bundled jackets. It's cold and I have a cold. Not a big ugly kind of cold, just a bit of a sniffle.
It doesn't stand a chance against my garlic.
I'm glad it's raining, raining on the streets, the people, the buildings, trees and most of all because it's raining on my new-dug garden, with it's dry little cloves freshly buried, soaking up the perfect chill wetness... So, right now, I love the rain. It matches my mood-kind of drippy, a bit sad, missing my currently scattered friends, but happy because I got my garlic planted.
At least that's what the movie of that name claims. It's a good documentary on the loverly plant, 'specially if you like crazy ol' Italians, lots of mouth-watering meaty goodness and oooooooooooodles of garlic!
The piglets are kind of hard to watch though, as they're transformed right before your eyes from cute little garlic-milk suckling babies into barbaric(mainly because they still look so much like a little pig-a dead, skewered, roasted pig) looking morsels.
Mmmm, mmmm good. I don't think I'll be eating pork again soon.
October 07, 2005
ooooh my aching digits...
I think my thumbs are going to fall off!
One of my clients tonight had an injury, developing scar tissue and she asked for 45 minutes of cross fiber friction(a massage technique that pretty much consists of applying tiny, hard, back-and-forth strokes with ones thumbs over and over again)!
I gave her 20, but it was still pretty heavy duty. Po' thumblies.
Then I had one of my regulars, a big dude, come in for his usual hour and a half-man, I thought I was going to die!
Whew. I survived though and was rejuvenated by an awfully sweet compliment. My client told me I'd spoiled him for other massage therapists-I'm the only one he'll see!
I think I blushed.
Not to be outdone by any uppity thumbs, my little toe is positively screaming today... Last night about 1am I heard the mini kiwis calling me from their clear plastic box, with their sweetest, tiny, seductive, juicey, sweet, tart comeons, so I stumbled(literally) towards the kitchen and WHAM!-slammed right into the boombox sitting unobtrusively against the hall wall. It doesn't LOOK too bad, but it feels about as big and purple as a ripe plum.
Ow. Stupid kiwis.
I'll be glad to go home tonight, even if only to pack for our trip to Victoria tomorrow.
I'm taking Sam up on the Clipper... It's supposed to be a pretty fast boat, perhaps it'll rekindle his interest in things boatish.
Lately it's all about spaceships and transformers.
I got him a set to keep his active little fingers busy while I read to him at night. He loves to hear the stories but if he doesn't have something to occupy those wigglers, the wiggle spreads to his whole body and then explodes all over the bed and I have to roar!
It's simply not conducive to reading.
But the transformers are working wonders.