Postsecret

I saw a postcard on Postsecret today that looked like it could have been written by one of my friends. It looked like her handwriting (when she’s careful and deliberate), and the subject matter fit her life and her past.

I’ve grown away from her over the years, but I still consider her my friend, even if I wouldn’t be able to have a discussion with her about this sort of thing anymore. And even the thought that she could feel that way about herself… it makes me sad and disappointed.

I hope it isn’t really her secret.

iTunes meme

via  erinfinnegan:

1. Turn on your favorite media player and turn your shuffle feature on.
2. Hit “play” and keep track of the next 10 or more songs that come up. (If you have iTunes, you can make a smart playlist that will automatically list your most recently played selections.)
3. Post your 10 or more shuffled songs, along with these instructions. You are not allowed to lie, omit tracks or otherwise try to make your musical taste seem hipper than it actually is.

  1. Blue Man Group: Synaesthetic
  2. WOXY.com Modern Rock Minute: The Strokes Cover Marvin Gaye
  3. Sufjan Stevens: Chicago
  4. Gackt: ares
  5. The Cars: Drive
  6. Fumitaka Anzai: Sad Sequence / Part 1 – 2
  7. Midnight Oil: River Runs Red
  8. Talking Heads: Wild Wild Life
  9. James: Avalanche
  10. The Mighty Mighty Bosstones: Our Only Weapon

Dr. Sue Rocks My World

Had my very first chiropractor visit this evening after work. I declare it a success… if a bit more expensive than Dr. Smith would have been.

I located the building with no problem (apart from irking the guy in the car behind me, who wanted to drive just a little faster). It was, in fact, right across from the Mango Tree restaurant, as promised. Parked the car in the lot behind the building, walked in, and found Dr. Hendricks’ door just inside. I wasn’t prepared for the small receptionist-less waiting room. There was one other man waiting there, and I asked him if I needed to let anyone know I was there. He was friendly, thankfully, and told me that Dr. Hendricks would come out and get me when she was ready. Which she did.

She came out in a polo shirt and shorts. No name tag, no white lab coat, none of that. I told her I was there to see Dr. Hendricks, and she said she was Dr. Hendricks. Casual, low-key, friendly. OK. She gave me paperwork to fill out, then disappeared back behind one of two doors to finish up with her previous patient.

When the patient before me was done, Dr. Sue (as I heard that patient call her) gestured me in. I took off my shirt and put on a back-fastening gown, then laid face-down on the table. She felt along my spine, starting at my neck, all the way down and back up. She identified tense areas I didn’t even know were there — but, once I thought about it, I realized that my neck *does* tend to be a little tense. She mentioned later during the session that it seemed as if this was a long time coming, and the weekend of painting just set my lower back over the edge.

Hopefully I’m not revealing any trade secrets here… She put moist, hot cloths on my neck and lower back, and left them there for a few minutes. Then she took them off my neck and adjusted my neck (that is, gave it a good twist so it popped better than I can ever do). After that, she cracked my upper back — and oooohhhhh, that felt soooo good. I haven’t had a good back-cracking in years. (I figured it might be a good idea not to mention my family’s penchant for back-cracking to the chiropractor, though.)

Then she removed the heat from my lower back and made the back half of the table move around. It was like she was circling my legs around from the hips, stretching out my lower back. That felt pretty good, too. After that, she did ultrasound therapy on my lower back, which felt oddly tingly and was supposed to be loosening and relaxing those muscles. Then she had me flip onto my back so she could properly crack my neck (ohhhh, yeah).

Then I was done. The visit took about a half hour, and I feel much better having done it.

As I was getting ready to leave, I asked her how much I owed her. She said she wasn’t sure, because she didn’t know how my insurance worked. I told her I thought it was an 80-20 thing, so she had me pay her $25, which is much more than Dr. Smith would have cost for a visit. I’m still betting that she just didn’t know how my insurance worked, and that I got overcharged for this visit. No way can she really be three times as expensive as Dr. Smith.

Now, two hours later, my back feels better than it has all week, but still considerably tighter than when I left Dr. Sue’s office.

I have a follow-up appointment on Monday evening at 6pm. I’m looking forward to it.

So Much To Say

Back still hurts like a mofo. I made an appointment with a local chiropractor for tomorrow right after work, so hopefully that’ll set me on the road to recovery. Every time I try to stand up, I swear vehemently at no one and declare that this is fucking bullshit. I’m looking forward to living without lower back pain again.

Man, WTF. I’ve never fucked myself up this bad before.

photo of giant lamp with color swatches Anyway. Not that we’ll be doing it this weekend, being that my back’s still fuckered up, but the next room to paint is the dining room. Home improvement veterans, I could use some design opinion assistance.

Aaron still isn’t sure what to think of Sheryl’s idea to build the color palette around the awesome bachelor pad lamp. I’m having a time of it myself. I have to decide a.) what color to paint the living room and upstairs hallway (preferably the same color, as they share a wall), and b.) what color to paint the adjoining dining room. I’m unsure what would make the space seem bigger: painting the dining room a darker color, so it seems to extend farther back than it really does; or painting the dining room the same color as (or even lighter than?) the living room.

color swatches

My general idea for the color of the living room is for it to contrast the lamp. Light enough to contrast against the base, and dark enough to contrast the shade. My original thought was the Bagel color (these are swatches from Behr paints), as I was trying to match one particular color on the palette I pulled from the lamp (above — and yes, all those colors were sampled directly from the lamp photo). Now that I see the potential wall shades all together, though, I’m thinking I prefer a tan to an orange. I mean, I spent over ten years of my life hating being stuck with an orange and brown and school, and now what do I start planning for my living room? Yeah.

Anywhozit, I’m trying to create an understated wall and general color palette, so that the lamp is actually an accent against other more muted earth tones. I’m thinking of going back to behr.com and starting with the Chai Latte color as a jumping-off point for other earth tones. I can’t reconcile the idea of having a living room, hallway, and dining room the color of dried pumpkin. Might look nice, but it’s not really my thing.

And for one last Martha Stewart moment: I just started a few more seeds tonight. Three lemon basil, three lavender, and three sweet basil. I’m planning to put them in a planter indoors. Maybe I’ll transplant the lavender outside after it’s grown big enough — like, next year. Until then, it’ll get harvested and eaten like the other herbs.

OMG. The entire weedy area by the house is going to be overtaken by catnip! …And I’m OK with that. ^_^

Getting Back In Touch With My Garden

While I was home today, nursing my lower back, Aaron suggested that I go into the back yard and check out the plants that are actually thriving on my benign neglect.

Turns out that the tiger lilies daylilies that I planted back in the fall are not only big and bushy, but are about to bloom! They’re currently sporting tall stalks topped with large orange buds. A photo op will soon be had.

The roses of sharon that I kept in my watering can are still green, while the one I planted in the ground is officially a dead stick. I can deal with hydroponic altheas, I suppose. Maybe someday I’ll manage to plant them somewhere appropriate.

My herb garden was the big shocker for me. I’d just about given up on it after the fuzzy aminals ate all my parsley and sweet basil. All that was left was catnip and two lemon basil plants.

The catnip are a freakin’ foot tall now. And the lemon basil plants are healthy and bushy. Who knew?

I harvested several stalks of catnip, and have some catnip tea chilling in the fridge right now. (I think I put too much honey in it, though. Oops.) I currently have about five stalks of catnip hanging in my dining room, and I have every intention of making Mei a cute catnip toy with The Good Stuff™, as soon as it dries.

Moral of the story? Bulbs good. Invasive herbs good (for my gardening style, anyway). High-maintenance plants not so good.