I went a walkin' yesterday down to the post office mall and looked in on the new age shop. They sell crystals and other new age stuff. He is the salesperson and his girlfriend (or wife) also gives massages. My pal, Nadine, had been there and the woman looked at her and said, “You are an old soul.” It would seem she does “past life regressions" too.

Interestingly, Nadine had a regression experience with Brian Weiss some years ago (Google him) and she said it had been a phenomenal experience and had taped it. She offered to let me hear it, but so far hasn’t been able to find it. Later Nadine had gone in with her daughter-in-law, and the woman had taken an instant dislike to her and left, not coming out again. That is so weird. I personally think the d.i.l. has the personality of a flounder, but am willing to give her a chance.

Nadine’s experience was intriguing so I thought I would go in and see if the woman had any reaction to me, chat her up, maybe make a massage date. But when I walked in, right there in the entry space, lying half twisted on the floor, was a woman, 30-40, heavy, more of her thighs showing than I felt comfortable with, surrounded by candles, Indian music low in the background, and the couple are crouched down next to her and he looks up, a kind of wide-eyed expectant look on his face, but he says nothing. I look at him a moment, then I say "I'll come back when you're not busy," and he nodded and I left.

Well, she wasn't getting a massage and I am wondering if this is how the woman conducts a "past life" session and if it is, what the hell is he doing there and it was all too un-private for me. Also I didn't like the ethereal, out of this world "aren't we all special" expression he was wearing. I am thinking he was getting a cookie or two off while so engaged.

I walked home and was in a lot of distress and stopped in Nadine’s entryway, where she has chairs, for a respite because I had a severe back spasm between my shoulder blades. This is happening a lot lately. It might be the heat. I had shrimp with me that I got at the Olde Fish House, and he had packed ice with it, and the ice helped me get home because I draped the bag over my shoulder.

I boiled the shrimp with the shells, as the fellow recommended, and de-shelled them and shredded their backs with a fork to get any poo out – I don’t have a thingy that you can do that with. We had them as an appetizer with mango sauce that I also got at the Fish House. But I am also thinking that maybe I’ll go back to Third World shrimp at the Publix market because cleaning shrimp, or fish, name it, is one of my least favorite things. I might make that decision after I buy a cleaning thingy. If it is still annoying, I won’t be doing any more of that.

And I can then add the thingy to a box in the crawl space that I have labeled totally useless kitchen stuff, mostly bought by Ed. French appliances with 20 parts each that you use to prepare food for a cast of thousands. It is also old technology because it is 40 years old. He wonders why I don't use it. I call it having a life.

xx, T