{"id":702,"date":"2007-05-01T05:10:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-01T09:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/05\/01\/monday-night-my-souls-in-good-hands\/"},"modified":"2007-05-01T05:10:00","modified_gmt":"2007-05-01T09:10:00","slug":"monday-night-my-souls-in-good-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/05\/01\/monday-night-my-souls-in-good-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday night – my souls in good hands"},"content":{"rendered":"
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 <\/o:p>It’s late and I don’t have much energy to write. Today was an interesting day. It started off in the most wonderful and unusual way. Our friend  <\/span>Carol had offered  <\/span>Diane and me a  <\/span>‘Spa Day’ as a way to take care of ourselves following Sam’s passing. What a generous and thoughtful offer. We finally got around to taking her up on it this morning. The day started inauspiciously,  <\/span>with trouble brewing at work.. There were several ’emergency’ meetings being called that I was asked to attend.. but that would have meant screwing up our plans with Carol.. so I chose personal life over work.. We headed over to her shop at around 9.  <\/span>First she had us sit in their hot tub and drink tea.. exactly the opposite of a normal hectic Monday in my life. After we were thoroughly  <\/span>soaked.. she took us both inside and started working on us. First she had us  <\/span>soak our feet in some blue hot bubbly water  <\/span>that really felt good..  <\/span><\/p>\n

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The she rubbed our feet  <\/span>some goo with scratchy stuff  <\/span>(I think it was sugar) in it.  <\/span> <\/span>It really felt good. Then she stuck us back in to soak.. My feet already felt wonderful. While each of us was soaking, she lead the other one off for a shampoo and scalp massage.  <\/span>Ahhhh.  <\/span>Luckily for Carol .. my scalp is much easier to reach than Diane’s.<\/span><\/span> <\/p>\n

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 <\/span>After that she started working on our feet with various tools that looked like torture implements.. but felt good , <\/p>\n

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She poked and prodded our feet then  <\/span>started filing off all the rough stuff. For mine she almost had to go and get a belt sander.  <\/span>Then she coated our feet with some sort of wax and wrapped them in plastic bag and let them soak. She then took of the wax and rubbed our feet with some good smelling stuff. And we were done.   <\/span>I didn’t want to stand up my feet felt so good. <\/p>\n

 <\/o:p>Midway through the treatment, Carol’s husband Michael came in. <\/p>\n

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The four of us had a good time talking. They told us about their trip to Mexico<\/st1:place><\/st1:country-region> a few weeks back They stayed in the same hotel that Sam, Diane and I stayed in last June.. It was nice to think of them having fun in that same hotel.. we have such great memories of that trip with Sam.  <\/span><\/p>\n

They  <\/span>took some SamStones and placed them at some great places.. like in  <\/span>a sacred Cenote (a fresh water sink-hole) and on the coral reef. They got pictures and even made us copies. I’ll get those scanned in and share them with everyone.  <\/span>They also had a SamStone in their fish tank in the shop<\/p>\n

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     <\/span>Michael’s in the merchant  <\/span>marine and spends something like 6 weeks at sea.. then six weeks at home. He has some wild stories bout parts of the world that he gets to see.. He also is a fantastic home brewer.. We got to sample one of his Kolsch’s while we soaked..  <\/span>what a great morning.    <\/span>Unfortunately, I  <\/span>had to  <\/span>leave at noon<\/st1:time>.. .. My feet felt better than they ever had in my life.. and when your soul(s)  <\/span>feel good.. the rest of you does as well. <\/p>\n

   <\/span>Unsurprisingly, that time at Carol’s was the high point of my day.. the rest of the day revolved around some new time critical projects I have to take on at work. It’s going to be a busy could of weeks coming up.. I worked through lunch,.. then zoomed home to catch Diane’s 6PM<\/st1:time> yoga class.. <\/p>\n

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After yoga I went back in the house.. very quiet. Max is down at Pratt finishing his coursework, Scott was in NY for the night and gave was still laid up sick. He really doesn’t feel well.. sore throat. Fever and aches.. He spent the whole day watching movies like ‘the Big Labowski’.. he must have watched 6 movies today . We sat there and talked and ate with him. then Diane and Gabe put on a shoot-em-up movie that was too bloody for me.. I had to leave. I called Max to say hi..(I really miss him)  <\/span>then  <\/span>I then did something I haven’t done in five and a half months.. I opened my laptop and started  <\/span>working ..I have to start preparing or a big meeting I’m running next week.. and ‘m running out of time.. \u2026  <\/span>But, seriously it’s the first time I’ve worked at  <\/span>night since Sam died.. On one hand.. it helped me catch up for today.. but on the other hand..  <\/span>it felt like the start of a slippery slope  <\/span>. I don’t want to get back in that mode of working 2-4 hours per night like I’ve been doing for my entire adult life.  <\/span>It really takes away from all the other stuff I need to do for myself and my family.. <\/p>\n

   <\/span>Speaking of slippery slope.. staying up till 1 or 2 every night blogging can’t be good for my family.. either .. so I think I think I’ll close here..   <\/span>G’nite all. G’nite Sam<\/p>\n

-jc<\/p>\n

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 It’s late and I don’t have much energy to write. Today was an interesting day. It started off in the most wonderful and unusual way. Our friend  Carol had offered  Diane and me a  ‘Spa Day’ as a way to take care of ourselves following Sam’s passing. What a generous and thoughtful offer. We finally … Continue reading Monday night – my souls in good hands<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=702"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/702\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}