Plague Diaries #9

I have a very dear friend who is one of those people who is without guile or pretense. She is a genuine, authentic soul who says what she means, is kind to the core, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She is a beautiful soul.

I’ve been keeping in contact with her through email lately and have mentioned my problems with anxiety. And she offered to give me acupuncture treatments. She is a retired nurse who also studied eastern medicine for three years and is a licensed acupuncture practitioner. Yesterday afternoon was my first session.

I lay on cushions on the floor on my back. She took my pulse three places in my right wrist and three places in my left wrist, and also in my neck. She inserted two needles in each wrist, two in each foot, one in the top of my head and five in my left ear. And I lay there for a while.

It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, other than being pricked with needles, it was actually nice to just lay there and not be expected to do anything. We talked a little, she told me about her journey through learning eastern medicine and even how she went to China to study acupuncture there for two months. On top of being a kind person, she also has the soul of a wanderer–she’s been so many places in the world and I love to hear her stories of travel.

After she took the needles out we sat and talked a little while and then I went home. I can’t say I felt a huge difference right away, but this morning I did notice an easing in my breathing. I plan to go back some night after work this week to do it again.

I can’t tell you how much her friendship means to me. She’s someone who understands anxiety and depression, having battled them herself. In a world where so many people are selfish and rude, finding a truly kind person is a rarity. To have such a person in one’s life is a gift and I will never take her for granted, even if she never gave me acupuncture. Just spending time with her and talking lifts my spirit and brings me joy.

Thank you, my dear, for your love and friendship and needles.

 

Randomly on a weekend…

Kosta and I had the day off yesterday, and it was lovely. We started the morning, as usual, with the Friday Breakfast Club. Afterwards we went home and relaxed, read, and there may have been a nap involved. After a killer day at the library Thursday, it was a balm to my soul.

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My flight from R to L: Liquid Sunshine, Triple C, Rojo Especial, Keewaydin Crusher, Good Goat. My faves were the Triple C and Good Goat.

 

We met friends at the Naples Beach Brewery that evening. The beer was really good, and the company great, but the place was nowhere near the beach, nor did they have air conditioning. Yesterday it was 92 degrees and extremely humid and the brewery is in a warehouse. Nevertheless, we enjoyed it immensely and look forward to returning, perhaps in November when it cools off again. Except for the lack of cool air, the place was damn near perfect and had a great vibe.

Drink like a local...sweaty!

Drink like a local…sweaty!

This morning we got up early and went to the 3rd Street Farmer’s Market. We each got a ham, egg, and cheese crepe from the madame at Chez Boët and a cup of coffee from Black Tulip. Truly, there has never been a smoother, more delicious coffee than what these folks make. I even went back for a second cup of their cold brew.

While we were downtown we ran into a friend of ours and his son. Tim owns a restaurant down there and we saw the son, Wolf, first. He was standing guard by a traffic cone in the parking lot behind the restaurant.  When Tim came by he told us that he and Wolf were fixing a hole in the blacktop. There is an abandoned propane tank under the street that has an access panel that was covered in concrete. But when the delivery trucks come through they bust it up with their weight. So Tim took it upon himself to fill the hole again so no one would have an accident. Kosta said: “But that’s not your problem is it? You don’t own the parking lot.” To which Tim replied, “I’ve been looking at it for three days and figured I should fix it before someone has an accident.”

Nice guy, that Tim.

Nice guy, that Tim.

And today is Kosta’s name day. In Greece, the name day of your patron saint is just as important as your birthday. And May 21st is the feast day of Saint Constantine and Helena. I am baking him a cake for dessert tonight: a four-layer Devil’s food with chocolate buttercream frosting.

Soon to be a death by chocolate.

Soon to be death by chocolate.

I also got a pedicure today. Nothing like getting your toes done to make you feel fabulous.

Sandal ready!

Sandal ready! And my apologies to Julia, who hates feet.