i'm not really...faithless, i just have a different take on it i think. i have faith in certain things, and none in others - and i don't think that's really so much different from anyone...i'm trying to have faith in new things as well, like the energy healer i went and saw today, marjorie haynes...who is a licenced RMT, but does a whole lot more. hands on my hips as i faced away from her and then she started talking to my back. not me. my back. and i just went with it. 8:30 am on a saturday morning and i was in the passenger seat and going where she was driving. my body, apparently, was doing things as she spoke to it, i, of course, couldn't feel these things, but, somehow i was into it. i kinda liked it. and i'm gonna go back. there was also some massage and working of the muscles. she did things and then would ask me if it hurt, when i said no, she said that what she was doing, other people would be in great pain. she figures i have been so used to having pain, now and in the past, that i have built up a very high pain threshold, and that i need to get it down to a normal level so i know when i'm in pain, because now i have no real idea of just regular pain, just really bad pain. like in my neck and back. she also thinks my GP is a jerk. her words. so i'm gonna go back. like the acupuncture, i'll give it a go and maybe between marjorie and my new chiro dude, i'll get somewhere. i am already noticing improvements in my neck movement since going to the new chiro guy, so, onward.
on the pilates front...well, there's no news on the pilates front. i signed-up for a one on one session with a woman at diane miller pilates but have heard nothing as of yet...they're very busy and i can appreciate that but...i may have to go to another studio if i actually want to try pilates....
today, after the energy healing/massage, i picked-up the garbs and we went to the dress sew to get some fabric for a smallish job i'm doing for the b.c. sports hall of fame - making some platform thingys...my main man cam shot this job my way and i just hope i don't fuck it up...i have faith i won't...it'll be wicked. then we went for a sandwich, and not just any sandwich, a grotto del formaggio sandwich on commercial drive - shit, look at me on the drive two days in a row...the garbs had a full two person number while i opted for a smaller one person, but still huge, number...theses good sandwiches...i mean, fuck tony's on the drive, go grotto.
we then went and delivered some lawn order gear and saw Nice Smile as we dropped off lousie's gear. he's a great guy he is...mr. stewart. his name may be stewart, but we call him Nice Smile...he's really working hard to keep that smile on his face...his wife had a stroke a while back and rarely leaves the house, she's also on kidney dialysis three times a week and can't really speak and he's there given'r in his front yard trying to keep his wits about him, keep his place nice and take care of her and, i think, likes having a few laughs with us...he loves his wife and it's hard to not feel for him...he's got faith...in what i don't know, but he must, he just keeps moving along. and smiling. he wants me to cut his lawn because he's just too busy and tired...so tomorrow i'm gonna go up there and take care of it...on the house. he deserves that.
i dropped off the garbs and then went to the shop and made some platforms andrew needs for the topanga and got the last bits of the new topanga sign together and went and hung it up...nice. it looks pretty good...you can thank don bull for that...
ok..i need some dinner....
g. xo
nice smile and the garbs.
katherine in her new lawn order hoodie...nice gear.
sandwich time...
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