Massage School!

Massage school is quite nicey. Everyone is lovely (so far - it has only been two days) and the approach of the school seems really really great. On the grey scale of tone or mood of schools, ranging from clinical and technical on the one side and very touchy feely on the other, this one is definitely on the touchy feely side, but in really great ways. We are definitely getting the technical information as well, but the grounding or foundation is in the mental, emotional, spiritual plane and intuition is big.

I don't have a whole lot else to report. The whole "uploading photos" thing isn't going particularly well. For some reason most of the time I do the simple steps to upload photos to past posts something misfires along the way and instead of the next screen coming up, all I get is a blank message box. Sooooooo..... some of the posts have photos added and most don't. Bear with me. I did manage to get one adhered to this post - it is of the gardens at Chow Mahal, a palace in Hyderabad (Vaidya's hometown.) It seems to go along with how I'm feeling about massage school and so I thought I would share that one.

As for other doings - the most amusing thing going on in the world o' brooke was probably the 4th of July celebration that went down here last night. I went with my parents' to a little gathering they had been invited to (yup, it was me and the retirees kickin' it) and we had a very lovely cocktail hour out on Lake Wildwood in their speedboat. It was quite lovely to be out in the sublime CA summer evening. Many were hot, but after India it felt quite mild to me. Following dinner we also went out onto the lake, this time to get a ringside view of the pyrotechnics, which were quite lovely. All of this is lovely and nice, but I'm sure you are thinking "why are you filling up cyberspace with this rather unexciting prattle??" Well, first off 'cause its MY blog and I can do whatever I want. And then also it seems that the majority of blogs are mindless babble and I have a hard time understanding why anyone reads them.

BUT, the real reason for my "unexciting prattle" is just to set the stage. The real excitement was in the ride home. It was only about a mile away (if even that, probably more like a half mile) and so we took the golf cart. What I hadn't realized (being limited in my experience with this golf cart) was that the golf cart has no lights. Wildwood (the area in which we reside) has no street lights. Franko (the driver) is rather blind under the best of circumstances. Now he was also a bit loopy (aka "tipsy" "smashed" "tight" "drunk" and so on). We were offered a flashlight and I suggested that I drive as I could discern to a degree the road. Both offers were strongly repudiated leaving me in the passenger seat calling out "go left, go left" or "go right, go right" depending on where we were, where the edge of the road was and so on. The journey then commenced with a wrong turn (how do we take a wrong turn when at a neighbor's house trying to get home?). We did discover the boon of approaching cars' headlights (both oncoming and from the rear). It was a tad bit humiliating that the first such "car" ended up being a fellow golf cart that was much fancier and faster. Finally we turned onto our little street and crept up to our house amid friendly heckles from our Sicilian neighbor Tony (and his cousin Vinny.)

Okay, I need to go do my homework. Whoo hoo!