Clean Slate

I was such a good girl the other day: I cleaned out my half of the marital bedroom including the closet and the bureau. (Anyone for a long-line bra? A nursing nightie with those two strategically  placed  windows? Howsabout a never-been-worn pair of Spanx bought in the fast-passing moment when I thought I wouldn’t mind walking around with a torso you could bounce quarters off of? ) I also totally  vacuumed under the bed which I still can’t believe myself, since this is something I haven’t truly done since the year 2000 when I set up my massage table at its foot.

Yep, a massage table at the foot of the bed. That’s what’s under the dark blue throw in this blurry picture here on the left. My groom thought he had died and gone to heaven for a while there though really my intentions were practical: I had to do home massages and write them up for the year-long course I was taking to become a massage therapist and he was  my perfect victim, being right there all the time either napping away or reading his many George Aaargh Aaargh Martin books. I did all my assignments and  got the license and worked on the public every Monday and Thursday from 2002 to 2006 in one of the rooms associated with  my chiropractor’s office.

Then almost overnight my own neck began acting up with some painful  bone-on-bone rubbing between the vertebrae: Helloooo, osteoarthritis. And goodbye to that nice little secondary career. Still, I kept the table up all this time, using it to both set things down on and hide things under, like my shoes when I kicked them off nights. And my socks and yoga pants, and sports bras (Jesus said it: the bras you will have with you always!) 

The groom has always maintained that I crowd up the place with too much stuff  – and then there was that year-old apple we  found under the bed-and-massage table combo that looked like the little shrunken head of Ramses II. 

So he went away for the two days and I did all this cleaning and took down the massage table. I’m trying not to think about how it feels to finally put away the old dream of myself as a healer. ~ Sigh ~  Anyway the room looks a lot less crowded now so there’s that. Look at all the books on the night stand by the way. That’s not MY night stand. Just sayin’ ! I’m not the only one around here who’s getting a little odd


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8 thoughts on “Clean Slate

  1. I wondered about those lines on his face back in 2000. I thought he’d had a mini stroke!
    By the way, you can be sure we don’t refer to him as “old Dave” here in the office!

  2. I enjoyed this, Terry, because of your writing style, the similarity of my doing some of the same stuff but can’t claim the massage table or ability to do that although I remember how nice it was when I was your one-time client before you had to give it up. Danged old osteoarthritis! Opened my storage unit to get my summer clothing and stuff fell out; it is crammed to the rafters and I have to give most of it away but not in this heat! The summer clothes are at the very back where I can’t reach so I will have to go foot by foot until I find the clothes. By then it should be fall and the cool weather clothing that are residing in my car will just come back here with me!! I have a huge stack of books as well but after I read them, I give them to a friend or donate them to the community center. Every day a little bit more goes out; I have hopes of having a neatly arranged apt. eventually. Yesterday I used an underbed storage plastic box under my kit. sink filled it with the cleaning supplies and sponges etc. and can slide it in and out of the cabinet so now I can reach what’s at the back–going to do the same with my tiny pantry shelves. I gave away some wrist supports (for carpal tunnel sufferers), an elbow support (tendonitis), packages of gauze pads and bandaids not used, other medicine cabinet supplies not used and not yet expired – they were all gone within minutes of my putting them in the community center. Yayyyyyy!

  3. I enjoyed reading this. It reminded me that I need to clean out my walk-in closet. I tend to throw all the plastic bags from department store purchases on the floor in one corner, with the intention of recycling them to line the waste baskets. It’s gotten to be too much!

    I didn’t know that you studied to be a massage therapist. Coincidentally, my physical therapist reminds me of you. She happens to look just like you. She is amazing! She is the best!! She can relieve pain that has existed for a year in just 4 to 6 weeks. It’s the miracle cure! There’s no need for pain-killers, no medication at all.

  4. Hey, you actually made your bed. Have to send you pictures of our old bedroom, before we expanded. Sul says your’s looks like ours – same antique bed, hurricane lamp and books. We now have the addition. He wanted his two car garage, and I wanted two walk in closets. Why is it every available space has to be occupied? I swore to minimalism when we finished this, and haven’t accomplished that yet. Some call it Chachkas, but it is way more than that. Boxes of old pictures, some of unknown relatives I have become the family historian, unfinished quilting project, Sul started the sailing ship kit and chair caning, I have my doll collection, he has his Hess trucks. Some day I will be a great artist if I can ever reach the easel behind the ironing board. That’s another story.

    1. Love it! I wan to live in YOUR house – I love Hess trucks! Uncle Ed who is 90 gives the fresh model every year to the little boys. Tell your man I sad good luck with the sailing ship and chair caning. (It is SO clear when share genetic material !) and you have a doll collection AND relatives whose names you don’t know. Love it all over again!

  5. The dusty pink ruffled cuffs and bodice could only be worn by a man sure of himself! I thought Michael favored you, Terry, but I see him in this photo of young Dave.

    L,G

  6. now that I look at it I see it too Gwen. amazing you see it just from photos. It’s been more than ten years since you saw the bot himself … David couldn’t deny him that’s for sure, even if he wanted to and we DIDN’T have DNA testing 😉

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