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Two excellent days.
Saturday, my friend Dude came over and we hiked around Vashon. He brought his massage table, and first he gave me a massage, then I gave him one. He was extremely (did I mention extremely?) generous in his patience and guidance. I mean, how many times can the therapist forget the bolster? On the final practical exams, the answer is NONE. Nor can the therapist's boobs hit the client in the forehead.
Nor, and I stress that no one was permanently injured, can the massage gel give the client hives. Seriously, he got home and he had hives. The product was hypoallergenic, I've used it on several people and had it used on myself about 20 times, and no problem. He took a soothing shower, and by morning the hives were gone. But sheesh, bolster, boobs and hives. Great first massage.
Sunday was breakfast-in-bed for the Cajun and hiking day with him, his girls and his friend Heidi.
The Cajun 'Tween and Little Sis helped me make Swedish pancakes and little sausages. (The Cajun had snuck out of bed early and the coffee was already made.) The pancakes turned out fabulously, and were presented to a recumbent Cajun with fanfare and a candle. Breakfast was had by all on the big bed with Spongebob TV trays and juice in wine glasses. A toast, to CajunDad. L'chaim!
Hike was at the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge, in the delta of the Nisqually River. This river begins in a huge (but shrinking) glacier on the west face of Mt. Rainier and flows essentially west to the southern end of Puget Sound. The loop trail is 5.5 miles, and the girls as well as the adults did great. Not too many body aches. We saw lots of birds and learned what salmonberries are. They are yummy, of course!
On the last half-mile or so, we saw a red kayak overturned and wedged upstream of a large stump. Two kayak paddles were stuck near shore. When we went to make sure this had been reported, the ranger said a man and his three daughters had capsized, and luckily all were rescued and taken to the hospital in DuPont to get checked out. A happy ending.
Ice cream at DQ (Cajun's treat) was great, then we all parted ways as the clan headed back east and I headed north. I stopped at Costco and got a memory stick (new idea for me), rode back to my island, and am now blissfully relaxing at home, eating marinated beef with green beans, doing some laundry, and watching my new obsession, "Man Vs. Wild" on Discover Channel.
Life is good, indeed.
Saturday, my friend Dude came over and we hiked around Vashon. He brought his massage table, and first he gave me a massage, then I gave him one. He was extremely (did I mention extremely?) generous in his patience and guidance. I mean, how many times can the therapist forget the bolster? On the final practical exams, the answer is NONE. Nor can the therapist's boobs hit the client in the forehead.
Nor, and I stress that no one was permanently injured, can the massage gel give the client hives. Seriously, he got home and he had hives. The product was hypoallergenic, I've used it on several people and had it used on myself about 20 times, and no problem. He took a soothing shower, and by morning the hives were gone. But sheesh, bolster, boobs and hives. Great first massage.
Sunday was breakfast-in-bed for the Cajun and hiking day with him, his girls and his friend Heidi.
The Cajun 'Tween and Little Sis helped me make Swedish pancakes and little sausages. (The Cajun had snuck out of bed early and the coffee was already made.) The pancakes turned out fabulously, and were presented to a recumbent Cajun with fanfare and a candle. Breakfast was had by all on the big bed with Spongebob TV trays and juice in wine glasses. A toast, to CajunDad. L'chaim!
Hike was at the Nisqually Wildlife Refuge, in the delta of the Nisqually River. This river begins in a huge (but shrinking) glacier on the west face of Mt. Rainier and flows essentially west to the southern end of Puget Sound. The loop trail is 5.5 miles, and the girls as well as the adults did great. Not too many body aches. We saw lots of birds and learned what salmonberries are. They are yummy, of course!
On the last half-mile or so, we saw a red kayak overturned and wedged upstream of a large stump. Two kayak paddles were stuck near shore. When we went to make sure this had been reported, the ranger said a man and his three daughters had capsized, and luckily all were rescued and taken to the hospital in DuPont to get checked out. A happy ending.
Ice cream at DQ (Cajun's treat) was great, then we all parted ways as the clan headed back east and I headed north. I stopped at Costco and got a memory stick (new idea for me), rode back to my island, and am now blissfully relaxing at home, eating marinated beef with green beans, doing some laundry, and watching my new obsession, "Man Vs. Wild" on Discover Channel.
Life is good, indeed.
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