Since it's just me here nearly all the time, I can go years without needing to have the septic pumped out. My dad used to get irritated that the pumper back home convinced his lady friend -- who also lived alone -- that she needed to have hers cleaned out annually. So not true.
One of the highlights of the trip my sister and I take every year to northern Minnesota is a couple of sessions of Thai bodywork at a studio there. It stretches out muscles and other soft tissue, and can be combined with traditional massage. After 90 minutes of that, I can feel my right hip move more freely and with less pain -- which is pretty much a constant since the double pelvic fracture 10 years ago.
Our practitioner studied in Thailand, where he learned that Thai bodywork is therapeutic. He quickly learned that "Thai massage" is, let's just say, something totally different and probably illegal in some states.
I've never tried the Salonpas, but it sounds promising!
We got back from Minnesota late Tuesday afternoon. All the critters survived, which is the most important thing. But I totally freaked out. To say I am disappointed in the newest pet sitter would be an understatement. I have a laundry list (and, by the way, I spent much of yesterday doing vacation laundry) of complaints.
Chief among them is her lack of cleanliness. I scoop coops every day; she clearly did not. There were maggots in two. The cat boxes were overflowing with dirty litter and reeked. The microwave had something baked onto its carousel that had to be soaked and scraped.
Plus, she must have been forcing the coop doors to close. A bit swollen from all the rain, one split completely in half (half a door really isn't better than none) and the latch mechanism fell off another.
Today, I need to tackle yardwork. It looks like a jungle.
One of the highlights of the trip my sister and I take every year to northern Minnesota is a couple of sessions of Thai bodywork at a studio there. It stretches out muscles and other soft tissue, and can be combined with traditional massage. After 90 minutes of that, I can feel my right hip move more freely and with less pain -- which is pretty much a constant since the double pelvic fracture 10 years ago.
Our practitioner studied in Thailand, where he learned that Thai bodywork is therapeutic. He quickly learned that "Thai massage" is, let's just say, something totally different and probably illegal in some states.
I've never tried the Salonpas, but it sounds promising!
We got back from Minnesota late Tuesday afternoon. All the critters survived, which is the most important thing. But I totally freaked out. To say I am disappointed in the newest pet sitter would be an understatement. I have a laundry list (and, by the way, I spent much of yesterday doing vacation laundry) of complaints.
Chief among them is her lack of cleanliness. I scoop coops every day; she clearly did not. There were maggots in two. The cat boxes were overflowing with dirty litter and reeked. The microwave had something baked onto its carousel that had to be soaked and scraped.
Plus, she must have been forcing the coop doors to close. A bit swollen from all the rain, one split completely in half (half a door really isn't better than none) and the latch mechanism fell off another.
Today, I need to tackle yardwork. It looks like a jungle.
