I have the good fortune of working with wonderful people. Interesting, smart, creative, good people. People whose stories I love hearing, and whose lives I am pleased to be a part of. One of these amazing clients is a nonagenarian. He comes charging up my stairs far more vehemently than many people half his age. Today when I asked him how he was feeling, he answered, “Crabby. Crabby and grumpy.” This surprised me because he has such energy, and seems always ready with a smile. But then I remembered he had answered the same when he was in last month, and I pointed that out. “I did?”, he asked. Then he sighed deeply. “Well,” he said, “I really have nothing to complain about…” then he sighed again.
After the massage I repeated the question. “Oh Mandy, you always wash away the crabby!” he said. It reminded me of Saturday’s storm and what followed. Here’s the photo I took by the roadside.