Sea Salt Scrub

Feeling better today. I had an older, more mature masseuse for this scrub. No comments on my breasts, but she was very conscientious about getting my armpits well exfoliated. I don't know what it is about these abrasive massages, but they leave me really relaxed. Maybe it's the stimulation of all the surface nerve endings, instead of the deep muscle rubbing.

I feel like it was a very productive day. There was some quiet, reflective time by the pool reading and thinking. I exercised, and I also stamped like a maniac. I got the stamping done on all 200 cards in, like, 3 hours.

There is something wonderfully precise about stamping. The image never varies. With a little skill on your part, you can be confident of the same result every time. Sure, you can goof it up — too much or too little ink, rolling the stamp too far so that the edge of the rubber makes a mark, centering the image poorly — but once you get the hang of it, it's a very satisfying process. I really got on a roll with my 200 cards, and found the repetition of the task enjoyable and relaxing.

Bought our tickets to go back home tonight, from an older guy sitting by the side of the road in a little booth, wearing just shorts and a fanny pack. Wouldn't you like to be able to work like that? He loved that we spoke his language, and gave us the "national" price, which was $1 less than the "foreigner" price. Yes, there are two prices. It can get old, but tonight we came out on the nice end of the bargain.

Just two more days until I see my kitty!

I got a call today about doing some photography and decorating work. Pretty excited about that. I am terrible at setting prices, so will need to give that some thought. I am also placing an ad in a small booklet advertising local business, so we'll see what comes of that. The thought of more creativity in the near future really gets me jazzed.

Funny thing for the day:
I have only one or two nationals as "friends" on Facebook, and the other day one popped up while I was logged in, wanting to chat. We typed back and forth a few times, and then she sent something that left me completely stumped. It was so puzzling, I copied it, and here is what she said:

"than u wourkorean food

goo or not"

There seemed to be no context for this, as we had been discussing a concert, or so I thought. In desperation, I finally replied, "I like Korean food." It seemed to be a satisfactory response.