What's good for the goose is good for the gander . . . and other bird-related metaphors

Take a "gander" at this

Last month, I did a Facebook giveway, wherein people nominated single moms to win a free 90 minute massage from yours truly.  It was awesome and lovely and I would love to see dads celebrated in the same way, so I'm gonna.  Be the change, amirite?

 

So, if you're a single dad--or are friends with one--hop on over to the giveaway to put in your nomination.

 

Parenting is tough.  Let's all support one another.

 

 

The new roost

 . . . is not quite ready, but we're getting there.  I am seeing clients over at my new location, but in a spare room rather than my office.  It should be ready to go in another week, and I'm really excited about the whole thing.  Chelsea also her own new digs, over behind Brooklyn's Pizza.

 

The reason for the delay on my space is that I decided to do a build-out and create a second room.  It's roughly 9x15, has a ton of natural light, biweekly cleaning, a dedicated parking space, yadda yadda.  Point is, I'm looking to rent it out, so if you know of anyone in Steamboat who is looking for office space, please send them my way.  It would be fantastic to have another person involved with healing arts (since we now have physical therapy, personal training, and massage therapy all under the same roof), but not required.

 

However, I am also looking to hire another MT or two.  Chelsea is planning on reducing her hours over the next several months as her health coaching business expands, which means it's time for me start looking.  I don't expect this to be a quick addition, but again, if you have someone you think might be a good fit, send 'em my way.

 

 

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

During some of the transition period between offices this spring, one of my very dear clients offered to let me use her one-bedroom condo while she was out of town.  Although we'd made sure WiFi was up and running before she left, it stopped working for me my first day.  Since I didn't want to use up all the data on my phone, I went without music for the first several weeks.

 

I really liked it.

 

I noticed that there was often less idle chatter, allowing both the client and I to really focus on the massage.  I'm trying to be more present in my life, to savor the moments more fully, so I think I'm going to be incorporating more silent massage into my practice.  I hope you'll join me.

 

 

"The father hen will call his chickens home"

(No he won't, Johnny.  But we need to call ours.)

 

Our chickie-babies are three and a half weeks old now, and we need more names.  So far, we have:  Kabuki, Ghostface Killah, Wookie, Mama Jo, Harlequin, and Lucy.

 

We still have seven more to go. O.o

 

We have three unnamed Easter Egger chickens:  one blond one with reddish shoulder feathers, and two more that are brown with gold tips to their feathers.  We also have four unnamed black-laced silver Wyandotte chickens. 

 

So please!  Help us name our hens!  Give us some ideas, and we pick one of your suggestions, you'll get a free dozen eggs from these sweet ladies when they start laying in a couple of months.  (If you're not going to be here, let us know, and I'll donate your eggs to Lift Up.)

 

 

Crazy as a loon

And now that I've quite thoroughly beaten this, uh, albatross (?) to death, methinks it is time to head outside for a little walk with Taavi and the goats (new band name, anyone?) before heading back in to the office to paint some more.

 

Man, I sure am looking forward to my massage tomorrow. :D