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Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Have Massage Table, Will Travel.
I think it was in December 2004 that I bought Connie a massage table as a Christmas gift. I spent my lunch hours at Barnes and Noble reading books like "Massage for Dummies". At any rate, she loved the gift and so did Ryan and Kate. It is a gift that keeps on giving.
None the less, I was surprised when Connie insisted on taking the massage table along when we headed out on our cross country adventure in 2007. We figured out a way to secure it on top of a cot in the back of the van and it was actually a very comfortable place to relax as we explored this magnificent country.
I can't count the number of times over the past 2 1/2 years that I have dragged it out of the van to rub out Connie's sore back after a long day of sitting in those car seats. And she slept on it (with the legs folded down) instead of an air mattress in the tent as we camped in the National Parks across the West.
Last spring we were camped at Calf Creek in Southern Utah, an area called Escalante and we had just come back from a 5 mile hike through the desert canyonlands. The scenery was so spectacular, especially the 230 foot waterfall at the back of the canyon, but the hiking was in soft sand, like beach sand, and our legs were very sore. It was 90 degrees. When we got back to our campsite, Connie plopped down at the picnic table and promptly lost her balance and toppled over landing on the ground on her back and on top of Sampson.
They both started to howl in pain. After a few minutes, things began to quiet down, but Connie was still down on the ground when a male voice came out of the darkness.
"Everything OK over there?" he asked.
"My wife took a tumble," I responded.
The shadowy figure moved closer to the campfire and said "Is she alright?"
I replied," Her back is pretty sore..."
A 50ish, fit man dressed in hiking clothes walked into the light and smiled "Maybe I can help. I just happen to be a chiropractor."
I said,"Well, that's just great! I just happen to have a massage table!"
We set up the table and an hour later Connie felt much better. We spent time over the next few days hiking and talking with Martin and his wife, Billy, from Bozeman Montana. Great folks.
Fast forward through the summer of 2009 where the massage table stayed set up in the middle of Ryan's and Katie's apartments used by anyone and everyone with sore muscles and aching backs. Ryan and Kristen, Landace, Katie, Connie. I even got a little massage for my sore muscles from the long days working on the docks. Fast forward to Saint Simons Island where Connie and I have settled in for a few months enjoying the milder weather, the beach and the laid back low-country life.
We have rented a small. newly appointed two bedroom condo, 100 yards from the beach. It is one of 3 connected units, a triplex, and, like so many properties on the island, there is a For Sale sign out front. We unpacked the Thule, set up the massage table and are just enjoying being hunkered down for a time. It was a busy summer and we are catching up on our rest, reading and correspondence, just relaxing for a bit. We are also watching what we eat and drink, working on staying healthy, taking off a few pounds (they certainly come off harder than they went on...). We even joined the Saint Simons Island Health Club.
It's a great facility; swimming pool. gym, lots of aerobic equipment, weight machines and exercise classes from pilates to yoga. And, so like kids in a candy store, we overdid it in the first week. My tennis elbow started acting up from the curls and Connie's knee got swollen and sore from the treadmill and pilates classes. We went on line and read about conservative treatments, icing, ibuprofen, elastic support braces and so got busy getting better.
Connie was at CVS picking up a knee brace when there came a knock at the door. The man wearing a Western wide brimmed hat said he was from North Carolina and that his name was Dave. He wanted information about the property for sale. Connie walked through the door as I finished providing him contact info and she sat down and started to put on the knee brace.
Dave said "You're knee is swollen. I think I can help you."
Connie said, "Really?"
He said" Yes. I happen to be a chiropractor."
I said "Well that's just Great! I happen to have a massage table."
Now you tell me... Are these random or non-random events? Is something going on or isn't it? Regardless, makes for a cute story...
As they say here in Coastal Georgia "Anyway...."
None the less, I was surprised when Connie insisted on taking the massage table along when we headed out on our cross country adventure in 2007. We figured out a way to secure it on top of a cot in the back of the van and it was actually a very comfortable place to relax as we explored this magnificent country.
I can't count the number of times over the past 2 1/2 years that I have dragged it out of the van to rub out Connie's sore back after a long day of sitting in those car seats. And she slept on it (with the legs folded down) instead of an air mattress in the tent as we camped in the National Parks across the West.
Last spring we were camped at Calf Creek in Southern Utah, an area called Escalante and we had just come back from a 5 mile hike through the desert canyonlands. The scenery was so spectacular, especially the 230 foot waterfall at the back of the canyon, but the hiking was in soft sand, like beach sand, and our legs were very sore. It was 90 degrees. When we got back to our campsite, Connie plopped down at the picnic table and promptly lost her balance and toppled over landing on the ground on her back and on top of Sampson.
They both started to howl in pain. After a few minutes, things began to quiet down, but Connie was still down on the ground when a male voice came out of the darkness.
"Everything OK over there?" he asked.
"My wife took a tumble," I responded.
The shadowy figure moved closer to the campfire and said "Is she alright?"
I replied," Her back is pretty sore..."
A 50ish, fit man dressed in hiking clothes walked into the light and smiled "Maybe I can help. I just happen to be a chiropractor."
I said,"Well, that's just great! I just happen to have a massage table!"
We set up the table and an hour later Connie felt much better. We spent time over the next few days hiking and talking with Martin and his wife, Billy, from Bozeman Montana. Great folks.
Fast forward through the summer of 2009 where the massage table stayed set up in the middle of Ryan's and Katie's apartments used by anyone and everyone with sore muscles and aching backs. Ryan and Kristen, Landace, Katie, Connie. I even got a little massage for my sore muscles from the long days working on the docks. Fast forward to Saint Simons Island where Connie and I have settled in for a few months enjoying the milder weather, the beach and the laid back low-country life.
We have rented a small. newly appointed two bedroom condo, 100 yards from the beach. It is one of 3 connected units, a triplex, and, like so many properties on the island, there is a For Sale sign out front. We unpacked the Thule, set up the massage table and are just enjoying being hunkered down for a time. It was a busy summer and we are catching up on our rest, reading and correspondence, just relaxing for a bit. We are also watching what we eat and drink, working on staying healthy, taking off a few pounds (they certainly come off harder than they went on...). We even joined the Saint Simons Island Health Club.
It's a great facility; swimming pool. gym, lots of aerobic equipment, weight machines and exercise classes from pilates to yoga. And, so like kids in a candy store, we overdid it in the first week. My tennis elbow started acting up from the curls and Connie's knee got swollen and sore from the treadmill and pilates classes. We went on line and read about conservative treatments, icing, ibuprofen, elastic support braces and so got busy getting better.
Connie was at CVS picking up a knee brace when there came a knock at the door. The man wearing a Western wide brimmed hat said he was from North Carolina and that his name was Dave. He wanted information about the property for sale. Connie walked through the door as I finished providing him contact info and she sat down and started to put on the knee brace.
Dave said "You're knee is swollen. I think I can help you."
Connie said, "Really?"
He said" Yes. I happen to be a chiropractor."
I said "Well that's just Great! I happen to have a massage table."
Now you tell me... Are these random or non-random events? Is something going on or isn't it? Regardless, makes for a cute story...
As they say here in Coastal Georgia "Anyway...."
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