This is a postcard that Anna from Lucidity sent me because I was the 29,999th person to visit her site. (#30,000 apparently didn't pay attention)
I know art when I see it
Beauty is Skin Deep
WHAT I'M READING
When Peggy was here, we listened to a lot of John Denver music (which I don't think Steve has forgiven me for). I was so intrigued by so many of his lyrics that I wanted to read the story behind them, so borrowed the book from her.
WHAT I'VE WATCHED
The Golden Globes. I'm a sucker for tacky awards shows.
That's it for today!
THE MOSQUITO HAS LANDED
23 January 2001
I also thought about calling this entry "Im itching to tell you..."
This isnt mosquito season and in all honesty i havent actually seen a mosquito, but something sure as heck has been biting me for days. Ive heard others say the same thing. Some critter seems to have taken a liking to my cheek--and I dont mean the one on my face--and I wake up each morning with some sort of an itchy welt. There are also bumps on other parts of my body and then "referral itches," itches for the sake of itching. Sympathy itches, as it were.
Nothing more frustrating than an itch that you cant quite get rid of. (and nothing quite so satisfying as an itch that finally gets scratched)
Itches also seem to multiply. You start itching and the spot becomes elusive. I know its here SOMEWHERE, dammit! It feels like its somewhere on your arm, but actually you hit that spot on your leg and ahhhhhh...thats better. Its some sort of weird itchupuncture.
My back itches. My back always itches. There is this spot near my right shoulder blade that itches most of the time. I dont know why, but its been a condition for years. Its too far down to reach over the top, and too far up to reach from the bottom. I keep a back scratcher here at my desk when it gets unbearable, a husband with fingernails when the back scratcher isnt available, and a wall or door jam when neither is around.
I sympathize with the dog when she rolls around on the floor. You can see the look of relief on her face as she scratches her back on the nap of the rug...and the bliss in her eyes when she gets someone who will sit and scratch her back for hours.
Ever notice how your body seems to want to be scratched at the most inopportune times? Just as soon as you cant scratch, sure as shootin thats when you start itching all over. (Just ask anybody who has ever had to wear a cast!)
I gave birth during the days when they put your legs in stirrups and strapped your hands to the bars of the delivery table. It never failed. Every single time, theyd get me all strapped in and I wouldnt get a contraction--my nose would itch. Id have to ask a nurse to scratch it. Know how embarrassing it is to have to ask somebody to scratch your nose for you?
And of course there are the unmentionable itches. I worked in a gynecologists office. I know from itches. Lots of squirming going on in those waiting room seats sometimes. Nothing like some dignified matron sitting there waiting for the doctor and looking decidedly uncomfortable. An itch just needs to be scratched, no matter where it is, or who you are sometimes.
My head itches. Its actually always itched. Ive gone through periods of dandruff treatment, but mostly I think its just a scalp discomfort. It invariably itches when Im driving and am tired. In fact, it seems everyone knows that a sure sign that Im getting sleepy is when I start scratching my head. Peggy always made me stop the car and get out and walk around as soon as I started scratching my head.
The problem with this common knowledge is that sometimes ... honestly ... its just that my scalp itches. Unless youre on this side of the body, its hard to know whether the scratch is a sleepy-scratch or just a plain ordinary itch-scratch. So when I know Im not sleepy but my head itches, its hell because I dont dare scratch or someone will be making me get out and walk around.
"All right, Maam. I saw that scratching. Get out of the car. Now."
Itching can also be suggestive, I suspect. Just like yawning.
Fess up. How many of you have scratched something while youve been reading this entry?
Some pictures from this journal
Created 1/22/01 by Bev Sykes