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.
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.