There’s A Dead Snail Under Buddha’s Armpit
Well, when I last posted, there was. Since then, I’ve:
- turned 35
- met with a counselor at Antioch to complete my degree in Creative Writing
- ridden a bicycle 16 miles from Ojai to Ventura (and my knees only hurt the last mile)
- gotten several massages – both deep tissue and Swedish
- formed an Avon Walk team called Project Blister with a couple of other like-minded folks
- made red hot monkey love in a tree house
- been lazy about doing my physical therapy for my knees every day
- had a poem accepted for publication in August
- gone to counseling at the Santa Monica Rape Treatment Center
- joined a writing group
- found out that I broke my neck in a car accident 13 years ago and now have arthritis and a dry disk between C6 and C7
- posted a Regional Roundup at Winds of Change
- not gotten a raise at the dayjob
- started my own business
- volunteered with Spirit of America
- taken my Mini in for service due to a weird sensor outage
- discovered that I really do need to take my asthma medication
- decided to get licensed as a massage therapist
- bought a Hawaiian Luau quilt from Pottery Barn for my bed
- ridden my motorcycle
- scheduled a whole new round of physical therapy for my neck
And now I’m going to go eat Thai food and make a list of what I need to take with me this weekend to Buyu Camp. By the way, the dead snail is gone.