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Today was our day for Pam to treat us to a massage. Cheri was up at the crack of dawn when the first number was still a 5 because she was so nervous about this experience. We had some more of the pastries from yesterday and then piddled around until it was time to go for the treat. Cheri had questions for us on the way.
I have been getting massages for about 20 years now from a variety of people and places. I have never been frightened. I have been unsure of whether or not to tip the person or not, but that’s been the extent of my uncertainty. Cheri – not so much. She can make anything much more exciting by adding a wonderful layer of absolute terror to the mix. Most of us think of a massage as a soothing and restful task. Cheri was obsessing about all sorts of ill-imagined things that were not going to happen. Who knew that could happen.
We were told to get there early to fill out some paperwork and so we got there a little early and found out that we were, in fact, a lot early. We had originally had a set time for 7 PM on Monday but there was then some problem with this. They called Pam and asked if 11 AM would be okay and it was. What was not made clear was that the 11 AM was for Tuesday and not for Monday. We were going to have to come back tomorrow.
We left the place and Cheri mentioned that she had done all that worrying for nothing. Like that’s not going to be the case no matter what. She is planning on being overwrought for another day and night. Silly goose.
We went to Famous Footwear so Pam could look for the shoes that don’t hurt her feet. She couldn’t find any. We then went to Staples and each of got the limited things and I also got a new computer carrying case. The one I have is just not very good and I had been looking for one even back in South Carolina.
The bonus here is that we can go back and get all the limited stuff again tomorrow when we go to get our scheduled massages. It also meant I could make sure my computer fit in the bag and if it didn’t, I could return it the next day.
Our next job was to find a place for lunch. There were strip malls on each side of the road. We didn’t see anything that looked all that promising on the side we were shopping in, so we tried to get across the street. Instead, Pam was in a left turn only lane. So we pulled back into the shopping center we had just left – rather than drive forward and end up on the 60 – and tried again.
We ended up eating at the Village Inn. The place gave discounts for people aged 60+ so only Pam was eligible. One page was filled with lower priced, smaller portion meals. Pam and I both ordered from that so she wasn’t allowed to have the discount. Cheri didn’t read the menu as well and ordered a fancy hamburger. Pam and I both ordered from the cheap page and so we got soup or salad along with our entrée and then a half piece of pie.
The soup was absolutely delicious – potato with a dollop of sour cream, smothered in shredded cheese and loaded with real crumbled bacon. Cheri got to watch us eat that. Then came our entrée and they mistakenly messed mine up. But it got there eventually and we ate like we hadn’t seen food in a week. Then we got to have pie. Cheri opted to purchase her own half slice while we ate ours. She got a lemon thing while Pam and I got chocolate peanut butter pie. Pam is always such a lady.
Pam politely packing away the peanut butter pie
Pam politely picked portions of peanut butter pie from the pretend-wood table and proceeded to polish off the pleasantly palatable dessert.
We then got on the 60 and drove over to Sprouts without incident. Unless the guy weaving all over the road while doing 35 in a 65 counts as an incident. He got off at the same time we did. We thought he might be drunk, but he was only old. Tee-rific.
We headed for Sprouts and were going along without problem until we encountered nearly stopped traffic on the 60 which has a speed limit of 65. Coming up on brake lights, Pam also hit the brakes to avoid slamming into the inexplicably slowed traffic. With cars swerving this way and that we came upon the problem.
There was an old, beat up car swerving all over its own lane and part of the next when it wasn’t veering off into the berm. The car was doing perhaps 35 mph, which was about 30-40 miles per hour slower than the rest of the traffic. We assumed it was a drunk driver having had a delicious lunch of not-peanut butter pie. We were glad we were coming up to our exit. Unfortunately, it was also the car’s exit.
As we passed, we noticed it wasn’t a drunk driver, but an 80+ year old driving his dad to a doctor appointment. Welcome to Arizona.
We went into Sprouts – a grocery store filled with locally grown produce, high quality meats, and a variety of organic and healthy food. They also have rows and rows of bins of package it yourself foods. Not everything is health food; I got a large bag of salt water taffy which had a bonus of being on sale. Cheri bought tea. Pam bought real food.
So far, Pam has purchased a whole watermelon for $1.88 and cherries were $1.77/pound. She got a roast we cooked in the crockpot and it was absolutely delicious for dirt cheap. We don’t get prices like this back east.
We came home and began our restful activities. I got pictures from Cheri’s camera (mostly for the pie incident, but found several other really good pix, which is why I have added more here) and piddled with that while Pam and Cheri read.
We then decided to go to the pool. Cheri kept saying it would be fun and the two old coots let her talk us into this. It was fun. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
We were bobbing in the water which is five feet at its deepest point. Pam wanted to be sure to keep her hair dry and so she was bobbing along with us. Cheri and I, being younger and far more nimble were bobbing in circles and Pam tried to follow suit. We all have no idea what she did, but she somehow twisted her bad foot and got to the side of the pool gasping in pain with a bad left ankle.
She could stand on it without increasing the pain, but it was a constant throb. It is not at the side of her ankle where her Ireland injury was, but rather more along the Achilles tendon. Eventually we were all out of the water. Pam first, sitting on the side of the pool reading, me sitting on the side drying, and Cheri finally getting out of the water.
Next to the pool is a spa and sauna. We walked over to the spa. Cheri was inspecting the water and I was near the power switch. I turned the thing on for the least amount of time possible and just as Cheri stuck her piggies into the water, it started to bubble. So of course, Cheri thought it was activated by her foot in the water. She exclaimed, “It starts when you step in!” and I lovingly laughed until I was bent over. I pointed out the switch right on the wall.
Pam put her sore ankle in the whirlpool and said it felt better after doing that, not cured – but better.
We all walked back to the house and got rinsed off. We ate anything not nailed down. Cheri and I had both coffee and watermelon – a daring adventure for old women at night. We played some Scattegories, read, did crossword puzzles and drifted off to bed.
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