Beatriz's Web

regarding yesterday's conspiracy. . .

I had the money to pay for yesterday's massage tucked away in my checking account.

Today I took that money and made a donation to Second Harvest Food Bank. That paid for more than 385 meals.

When I enjoy the second massage I'll be making a donation to the MS group and Avon.

Again, my thanks.

PS--

I would like everyone's snail mail address so that I can send you a note. Please?

Comments screened on this post. Non-addy comments will be unscreened

(yes, I really fixed the comments. Sorry, folks!!)

Thank you.

Paltry words to describe what I want to express, but they are all I've got at the moment.

Thank you. I'll try to find some additional words in a moment, but first, for those who aren't aware. . .

I was the target of a conspiracy this evening. This wasn't just any conspiracy, either. It was swiftly planned and flawlessly executed, with co-conspirators ranging as far north as Maryland and as far south as Florida.

I arrived at Serenity Spa just a smidge after five o'clock and met Diane, the Massage Goddess. She explained a few things and escorted me to the massage room.

A little over an hour later, the conspiracy struck. Diane explained how to turn on the small table light, telling me that I would want more light as she was instructed to give me these-- paper rolled and wrapped in a gold ribbon and a bow, also wrapped with ribbon. She suggested I might want to start with the scroll.

I wasn't too curious. I figured the scroll was a "thank you for being a new client" note and the box probably contained a coupon for a few dollars off on my next service. I dressed and then removed the ribbon from the scroll.

And promptly started to cry. No, not a few tears welling up in my eyes- I was bawling, damnit! I read the scroll four times before the words started to sink in.

( text is back here for the curious )

I gathered up my stuff with shaking hands and went out to the front desk, still crying. Diane gave me a huge hug and a handful of tissues. I mopped my face and tried to stop the waterworks. Then I handed Diane the gift certificate and stared at her when she shook her head. "No, that's for NEXT time."

More tears. Cried the whole 45 minute drive home.

So here I am, trying to figure out just how to thank everyone for their generosity, thoughtfulness... and I'm still stunned. I just can't believe how wonderful y'all are.

I don't know what I did to deserve such wonderful friends. I just know I'm lucky as hell to have you.

The scroll is going to the office with me and after I make a few copies of it I'm going to frame it and put it up in my cube to remind me of how terrific my frembly is.