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Happy Valentine's Day

This morning I arrived at the salon, portable massage chair in tow. Carsen smiled behind the front desk and I complemented her cute dress, which turned out to be one of those tops that only looks like dress from the waist up.

A Pony, It Was NotI began to unpack my chair and Kelly caught my eye. She smiled as she continued to manicure her client's nails and said, "There's a little something for you upstairs."

I replied, "Is it a pony?"

The laughter continued in smirks and repeats of "Is it a pony?" for several more moments. Kristi arrived with a sing-song, "Hellooo everyone!" and complimented Carsen on her cute dress, which isn't really a dress at all, but one of those tops that only looks like a dress from the waist up.

Having set up my chair and unpacked its supplies into the bottom center drawer of the product display hutch, I headed upstairs to my other office.

Perched peacefully upon the alabaster surface of my favorite laptop table, DAVE, was not a pony, but a bag of coffee beans and a See's heart o' chocolate. That makes two choco-hearts for me this year, as last night I arrived home to find a Valentine's package from Mommy Dearest (and Dadoo too) with a darling hand-made valentine accompanied by a See's heart full of yummy little chocolates.

It's another blue-sky-beautiful day in the Valley. It is chilly but we are so near the Spring, the chill is hardly bothersome. This morning in the backyard at 3355, I counted twelve robins, two scrub jays and a pair of squirrels. (Grandpa says, "But no deer.")

The sunnyness is promised into the weekend, making it a fine time for a trip north. And as it happens I am traveling in that direction beginning Friday evening. I am taking a Table Thai Massage class on Saturday and on Sunday going to Seattle see Brant, Jackie, The Puppy, and their new home. Monday, back in Portland, I'm getting a long overdue massage and my car will be getting a 126K service.

My treat for the day is a fill for my new acrylic nails (that look just like my own nails, only prettier) and a fresh coat of polish, courtesy of the lovely and talented Kelly, my cousin-in-law and owner of the salon. I think I've settled on OPI's "Passion", a glittery cornucopia of lavendars. Although I have been loving my redder than red nails of the past two weeks and will fondly reminisce of how my redder than red nails made me feel like a superhero, especially in the afternoon.

Happy Valentine's Day.