This is the view from the spa last week, before the snow and the river flooding and the return to deep freeze temperatures. Even without all those, it doesn’t look warm and hospitable. It’s not. It’s been bleak here since November.
I went to the spa to paddle about in the pool and get a pampering massage. I had the pool to myself. That was lovely because it meant I didn’t have to make polite smiles and then pretend other people didn’t exist. I am operating on reduced power for sociability.
After a year of physio treatments, I’m a big believer in the power of massage. Unfortunately on this day the masseuse was bored, tired and/or mentally distracted. You can tell in the hands. It was adequate. It was not transporting, blissful, soothing or any of the other words used in brochures to describe muscle manipulation but at least I left with less pain than I came in with.
That’s more than I can say for winter.