New Portraits

DSCF0076-1I said there weren’t enough pictures of me here, so I did something about it. There were no really good pictures of me, full stop, so I took care of that at the same time. Stephanie at Captured Moments Art Photography did just a bang-up job making me look good in a picture, which is a lot harder than it used to be, for various reasons. Have a look at her web site. It’s in the Blog Roll.

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Stephanie’s studio is right down the street from me. I pass it every time I go to the grocery. I’m glad I finally got to stop in.

Do you like my shirt? It’s my favorite. Somebody I like very much gave that to me, so I’d like to thank her. Thank you.

That is all.

Mark out.

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Seated Massage

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Do you like my new massage chair? It’s by Oakworks, who make a lot of massage equipment. This one is near the top of the line, and I got it in the same color as my table and rollaround stool. 

Just below is what a chair massage looks like, more or less –

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but if that guy really holds his hands that way, with the wrist twisted at that unholy angle, he won’t be working for long.

The big advantage of chair massage is the lack of fuss involved. There’s no need for a private space, or undressing and redressing, or changing linens – note the disposable face cradle cover, though – and I can take care of a lot of upper body muscles in 15 minutes. Legs get short shrift, of course, but most people’s problems are in their shoulders, neck, and lower back, all of which I can easily treat in this position.

I used to do a lot of chair massage when I worked for a chiropractor. In fact, sometimes it seemed that was about all I did. When I went to work at the massage clinic, I still did them, though rarely. Sometimes the clinic would sponsor promotions, and I usually volunteered for those, just so I wouldn’t forget how to do this sort of work.

Chair massage physics is very different from table massage. Doing it requires a different stance, different body mechanics, and different pressure. My hands cannot glide over clothes, so I employ a lot of kneading techniques, using fingers, palms, and fists – though always keeping my wrists in a neutral position, unlike our friend in the photo. Massaging the client’s forearms, hands, and fingers is about the same, table or chair, and people in offices who sit and type at computers all day really appreciate that.

So the plan for my new chair is to do office calls. I talked to my dental hygienist when I had a cleaning last week, and asked if I she thought I could set up in their office and work on the staff. It’s a busy place, three dentists and six hygienists, plus clerical staff. I could spend most of an afternoon doing 15 minute massages.

We shall see how this works out. At the very least, I get a cool new toy to play with.

That is all.

Mark out.

Thanks, AMTA!

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The American Massage Therapy Association is a national group that I joined before I even graduated massage school. I get my professional insurance through them, and they also offer other services, such as a listing in their data base of therapists, and a free website. I just set mine up, and here it is.

I was also very pleased yesterday, when I received a call from someone who had found my name and number on the AMTA web site. Nothing came of it, unfortunately, because he was calling from Fort Walton Beach, which is at least an hour and a half drive from here, too far to go and do a one-hour massage. Still, the fact that people are looking for and finding me is quite encouraging.

On a related note, my new car door signs are ready at Fast Signs, so I will go and pick those up now.

That is all.

Mark out.

PS – I decided that there aren’t nearly enough pictures of me on the web, so here is another one. I’m standing in front of Yorkminster Cathedral a few Christmastimes back. Yes, it’s a white Christmas. How neat is that?

York Cathedral, England, 2009

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Moving Right Along …

img_5202I’m not there quite yet, in the picture above, I mean, but I did take a big step the other day. I quit the clinic I had worked in for over two and a half years, so I am once more on my own. One always is, to some extent, and it can be a noble and empowering sensation, or a feeling of anxiety and dread. I’m happy to say that I get much more the former than the latter.

At any rate, I am back to freelancing, just as I was a bit over three years ago when I first got my license. The big, huge, enormous difference, of course, is that I’ve had almost three years of daily, intense, hands-on workouts for as much as six hours, as on-the-job learning experience. I packed away my novice’s robe a while ago, and you should see my arms. I NEVER had arm muscles like this, no matter how much I worked out, and though I doubt I can crush a bag of millet with the edge of my hand like the Chinese monks do, the pickle jar lid does not exist that these hands can’t snaffle off.

So I will be going to Florida chapter meetings of the Massage Therapy Association to network, getting new door signs made for the little red truck, blathering on the blog here quite a lot, and doing anything else I can think of to let people know that there’s a new outcall massage sheriff in town. Yes, I’m that good.

If you live in the Pensacola area, give me a call, and I’ll see you at your place. If you live elsewhere and plan to visit, I also call at hotels.

I love reinventing myself from time to time. I must, since I do it so often.

That is all.

Mark out.