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11/14/02

Physical Therapy and the Garlic Press of Romance    

6:57 PM

What do children listen to while in physical therapy?  Queen, of course.  I worked with Kara* (the extremely fragile girl I spoke of yesterday) today in physical therapy.  We placed her on her stomach on a large, gently sloping pad, and rested her forehead on another one while I massaged her back and tried to loosen the incredibly stiff muscles in her arms.  Once her initial convulsions subsided, she just laid there and grinning and cooing (she can't speak).  It was nice to actually see her enjoying something. 

*All names changed for obvious reasons.

 

Completely unrelated, but while I was in Jewel tonight I was looking at a garlic press, and a very pretty and very nice woman told me that it didn't work very well.  She offered a couple of alternatives, and told me about some kind of rubber tube thing that is used to skin the cloves.  We talked a little about cooking, I thanked her, and continued shopping. 

While I was checking out, I saw her near the exit.  She turned to look at me, and then, she walked out.  The voices started screaming inside my head as the weight of what had just occurred settled over me.  A potential opportunity, wasted.  Just call me Don Juan.

 

*Anybody have any idea where I can get one of those garlic peeler/skinner things?  Or better yet, that lovely little chef's phone number?

 

 

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