half_lit (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} half_lit) wrote,@ 2009-01-15 23:33:00 |
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How cold is it?
It's so cold.. I came home with icicles on my eyelashes this evening.
After two weeks of sore, tired muscles from martial arts I decided to indulge this evening in an aromatic hot towel massage. There's seriously nothing like a stranger rubbing your naked body up and down with oils and lotions, letting out all the kinks and melting away all the tension. And the hot towels? Pure heaven. I like my baths hot enough so that my skin turns red and I'm working up a sweat and almost about to pass out, but I couldn't get the water hot enough this week and this massage.. well fuck, it's a whole lot better than just a super hot bath.
I'll probably go back again soon. I've been looking for something to clear my head and I think I found it when this massage therapist was digging his fingers into and pulling up from under my skull. It was like suddenly I could think a little better again.
The Cortiva Institute is maybe 5 blocks from where I live and coming back.. oh shit. My new puffy coat seriously works like a charm in shielding me from the arctic winds.. but with these -30 wind chills I really should have been wearing my thigh high socks. The knees were the least protected and the first to feel the burn of the cold. And the numbness was pretty quick to creep up my thighs. And even though the winter is a very miserable time up here, for some reason I found it adorable that everyone was still out and about downtown and so bundled up with nothing more than the eyes showing. At these temperatures, fashion is out the door and very few care how ridiculous they look. I dunno, it was cute.
This weekend I have a thirteen-year-old's birthday party to attend. (How is he 13 already? Wasn't he 8 when I met him? This isn't making any sense..) I'm also doing a very belated xmas gift exchange. Because someone couldn't remember to bring the gifts with him for xmas and hand them over while I was in Florida. Gifts that I literally trudged through a snowstorm for so that I could have everything ready in time for xmas. And now we're doing this in the middle of January.. It just feels so wrong somehow.
Anyway, we might also go sledding. Although the unfortunate truth is that snow mostly fails to delight and amaze me anymore. But sledding is about more than just snow. It's also about falling. And dodging trees. And when your boots/gloves/sleeves/pants have filled with snow, then you know it's time to go.
It's so cold.. I came home with icicles on my eyelashes this evening.
After two weeks of sore, tired muscles from martial arts I decided to indulge this evening in an aromatic hot towel massage. There's seriously nothing like a stranger rubbing your naked body up and down with oils and lotions, letting out all the kinks and melting away all the tension. And the hot towels? Pure heaven. I like my baths hot enough so that my skin turns red and I'm working up a sweat and almost about to pass out, but I couldn't get the water hot enough this week and this massage.. well fuck, it's a whole lot better than just a super hot bath.
I'll probably go back again soon. I've been looking for something to clear my head and I think I found it when this massage therapist was digging his fingers into and pulling up from under my skull. It was like suddenly I could think a little better again.
The Cortiva Institute is maybe 5 blocks from where I live and coming back.. oh shit. My new puffy coat seriously works like a charm in shielding me from the arctic winds.. but with these -30 wind chills I really should have been wearing my thigh high socks. The knees were the least protected and the first to feel the burn of the cold. And the numbness was pretty quick to creep up my thighs. And even though the winter is a very miserable time up here, for some reason I found it adorable that everyone was still out and about downtown and so bundled up with nothing more than the eyes showing. At these temperatures, fashion is out the door and very few care how ridiculous they look. I dunno, it was cute.
This weekend I have a thirteen-year-old's birthday party to attend. (How is he 13 already? Wasn't he 8 when I met him? This isn't making any sense..) I'm also doing a very belated xmas gift exchange. Because someone couldn't remember to bring the gifts with him for xmas and hand them over while I was in Florida. Gifts that I literally trudged through a snowstorm for so that I could have everything ready in time for xmas. And now we're doing this in the middle of January.. It just feels so wrong somehow.
Anyway, we might also go sledding. Although the unfortunate truth is that snow mostly fails to delight and amaze me anymore. But sledding is about more than just snow. It's also about falling. And dodging trees. And when your boots/gloves/sleeves/pants have filled with snow, then you know it's time to go.
