I LOVE getting a quality massage! (I’m writing here of a medically-authorized version, you dirty guys!)
I began getting them in the 80’s, when I could afford them. I saw an add for a local shop and thought “What the hell, why not?”
I think the place was called Kneaderbodies.
The experience was transformative.
From then on, every few months, I’d count my pennies and come up with the $30 (+ tip).
Then, I lost the home the wife and I shared, and it became cost prohibitive for a while…
Fast-forward to the 00’s. I’d bought another home and got settled in. My daughter and wife were no longer around. Then, I remembered my massages of yore. Sadly, Kneaderbodies had moved, and I didn’t know to where!
I spent many a Saturday visiting a local indoor swap meet, because I liked the atmosphere. It was very carnivalesque, snack foods and crappy junk and factory seconds for sale. Along with retailers who were on their way up (or down).
There was some Asian dude giving massages to people (with their clothes loosened, but still on). He also taught gung-fu and did acupuncture. Turns out he had been a doctor in China, but couldn’t get certified here in the States. I saw him give acupuncture to a guy who had an injured shoulder. Couldn’t raise his arm past his waist. After 45 minutes of acupuncture, he had full range of motion without pain!
This caught my interest, although I had no reason for acupuncture.
So, I opted to try a massage. 55 minutes for $52.00 (?!) or something like that…
Deep-tissue Chinese massage. Quite painful as applied, but afterward…
I explained I was diabetic, and as such had chronic neuropathy in my legs, feet and hands. Sometimes it was all I could do to drive there and walk in from the parking lot.
And hour later I could leave with NO PAIN! And I was not on any pain meds at the time!
I usually left there and went to my favorite gun store to hang out for a few hours. On my feet!
Sadly, my financial status changed again, and I could no longer afford massage. I lost my second house, and moved even farther away. I saw in local news the indoor swap mart had closed.
I did locate Xi, who now has his own storefront, studio and school! Sadly, if I don’t want to get a massage from one of his employees or students @ $60, I must pay $125 for his services!
The price of success?
Back to counting my pennies…
(from TFB, in part)
They say there’s a sucker born every minute. No where does this seem to be more true than in the firearms industry. Poorly thought of add-ons, holsters, ammunition design, etc.
I remember Col. Cooper being asked (with regard to the latest variant of some pistol, which certainly was not necessary), “Jeff, what’s it for? To sell, of course!” was his reply.
I’m certain you can think of many others, as well as selections of the ‘good’ variety that didn’t get marketed properly and went away.
Such is the nature of business…
Well…A kitchen secret.
Okay, for anyone who cooks, not a secret at all!
I don’t cook as often as I used to. This is because a combination of neuropathic foot pain and the lesser availability of funds for quality ingredients. In short, standing for any length of time is painful, and I can’t afford the fine ingredients I would like. Yes, I’m a kitchen snob.
Also, my roommate gets cabin fever and likes to go out – even if it’s for ‘cheap fast food’. So, there’s that.
I recently posted my standard recipe for Garlic Goldfish. A staple in my Christmas household for over 30 years. I used to use Lea & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce™ initially, because many times it was the only brand available. And certainly the most famous.
But, in recent years, with my income having been cut (going on disability), I felt the need to cheapen the recipe. After all Worcestershire is Worcestershire, right?
The past few years, I used whatever was on sale, sometimes a ‘name brand’ in condiments, like French’s™, other times Ralph’s Brand (my nom-de-brand for a generic product).
And I found the Goldfish have suffered for it. They just didn’t taste the same.
SO, after making an initial small batch using French’s this year, I bit-the-bullet and spent the extra .75 and went back to Lea & Perrins™.
What a difference!
Now I can visit my Sister this Christmas Eve with confidence.
Accompanied by quality Goldfish, and my ex-wife (it’s a long story). 🙂
FTC – neither Lea & Perrins, French’s, Ralph’s Brand or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers gave me anything! Go make your own!
Rose Mofford, the last ‘beloved’ politician in Arizona (per Arizona Republic columnist Ed Montini), passed yesterday at age 94.
A Democrat, she spent her life in public service. Born in Globe, a mining town to the East of Phoenix, she was an All-American softball player in high school, and turned down an offer to play professional basketball with The All-American Red Heads. She married (and subsequently divorced) a Phoenix Police Captain. They remained friends.
She became a secretary to the State Treasurer, then secretary to the Secretary of State. Ultimately, she was elected to that office, then became Governor upon impeachment of embattled Governor Evan Mecham.
She chose not to run for office at the end of her term, and retired to private life. (above via Wikipedia)
She was famous for being professional, personable, and answering her own telephone. And that ubiquitous beehive hairdo!
I had a run-in with her one day. Or rather she with me. 🙂
I was at the Arizona Department of Transportation (this was during my career as a private investigator) and opted to cross Jefferson St. (a very busy thoroughfare @ 19th Ave. and Jefferson), by jaywalking!
Just before I reached the other side of the street, a car turned East onto Jefferson and began accelerating.
I clapped my hands onto the hood to get the driver’s attention (and to pretend I could actually stop the car) and looked up in fear.
The driver was Rose Mofford! She was Arizona’s Secretary of State at the time. She smiled broadly at me, and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’. I mouthed back,‘that’s okay’, and she drove on.
I understand she supported reasonable gun control (whatever that is). Being a Democrat, I’m not surprised.
She remains a symbol for a kinder, gentler time in Arizona politics.
She will be missed.
My friend Tin Can Assassin of NINE POUND SLEDGEHAMMER took the Internet with this one:
Trash is trash, doesn’t matter what color you are. Quality is quality, doesn’t matter what color you are.
This is the middle of an analysis of the recent unpleasantness in Baltimore and elsewhere, wherein it seems people are responding to real and imagined wrongs by violence and destruction.
You really should go and read the whole essay!
Output: 90 Lumen
Power: 1 x AAA
LED: CREE XP-E
LED Life: 50,000 hours
Battery Life: 1hr
Modes: 1 (High)
Diameter: 0.57″ Head, 0.49″ Body
Weight (without battery): 1/3 oz
I just acquired one of these little beauties (because one cannot have enough
tactical flashlights! Seriously, AT 2 1/2 INCHES LONG, it’s barely noticeable clipped to my key chain.
And I looked even more ridiculous OC-ing a full-sized service pistol with a 5-cell flashlight strapped to my waist. (As if!)
Like Batman without the uniform or the mask.
Look, most of us aren’t spec-ops guys or even PD. Carrying a huge flashlight on-one’s-person everywhere is conspicuous and obvious. This is quality equipment, and is reasonably priced. I got mine through Gunhog, and saved even more!
I’m kind of an old-fashioned guy. Or should I say old-school. I still like revolvers.
But, this doesn’t mean I’m a luddite. I DO appreciate what technology brings us. Anesthesia, antibiotics, magazines that hold more than 7 rounds…
And cellular telephones. Brought to us as a result of the Space Race.
I bought my first cell phone at a gun show (quelle surprise!) in the mid 90s. Why? Because I spent more-and-more time in the desert, and thought (presuming service was available) that modern communication was preferable to walking in 20 miles, if my then 8-year-old Isuzu Trooper failed.
And, just like advances in home computers, I’ve grown to appreciate the advances made in cell phones. But, with my financial condition, I was never able to afford anything past the basic flip phone. And I’ve kept them long past their expected life span. Two in eight years. My last one was on four years, had a screen failure, and was over her contract. I was paying month-to-month, not able to improve my technological lot.
Until 10 days ago…
My roomie, a savvy businesswoman who lives and runs her business on her smart phone, decided she wanted to upgrade her phone to the new Apple IPhone – and she asked me if I wanted her ‘old’ smart phone! At first I balked, because I was unfamiliar with the operation (okay, it scared me a little), and I started trolling the Internet looking for new smartphones. Then, I saw their price!
The fact that I can surf the Web, check all my email accounts, take wonderful photographs, do text messaging (which I loathe), and even make telephone calls is amazing! AND, if my four-year old-PC fails, in a pinch, I can even write this blog from there! That, and check email without climbing stairs – which is a good thing with my disabilities.
Thanks, J. for your kindness and generosity!
PS – I like semiautomatic pistols, too!
PPS – attn FTC, neither htc nor Apple gave me anything. Go find your own phone!