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This Ain’t No Stinkin’ Reflexology

Reflexology involves the physical act of applying pressure to the feet, hands, or ears with specific thumb, finger, and hand techniques without the use of oil or lotion.

So I’m laying on the table — all covered up, my coat and purse are safely secured in a locker in the hallway. I made an appointment for a 30 minute foot reflexology session.  At first I was disappointed. I walked in and it was a nail salon. But as soon as I told them I had an appointment for REFLEXOLOGY they directed me to a separate area behind closed doors — dim lights, quiet, no perfume scent or chitter chatter in the air. Nice!

I’m on the table, face up, covered in blankets, glasses off — relaxing. And then it’s time. Rub, rub, squish, squish up and down my leg NOT my foot. Okay enough with the leg. Lets get to the foot. Thirty minutes means 15 minutes per foot and so far it’s all leg. Where’s the pain?  Rub, rub, rub. Why so much time on the leg? And what’s with the oil? Work those points! Let’s feel some pain. Enough with the rubbing, oily, squishy stuff. Get out the pencil eraser and dig in. Hammer, knuckles, come on now — what’s with this gentle pampering of the feet — well, actually more like legs . . . too much time on the legs. And then more oil and hot stones. Not what I was after at all.

And then after a painless 30 minutes I am led to a chair in the back room. There’s a glass of cold water and a paper cup of green tea. I am told to drink the water and then sip the tea.  I take a sip of the water. Too cold and too much. I find the water cooler and empty the contents of the glass down the drain. I sip the tea but I can’t relax. My phone is still in the locker. Has anyone called me? Did I receive any texts? So hard to relax. I grab my hot tea, get my coat and phone and pay. Yes, texts and messages! I see that Rachel and Thera texted me. How much should Rachel tip on a haircut? Damn, I wasn’t there for her. I hope she managed! Thera said, “Don’t buy lemons!” Ah, thank goodness I got the message.

I’ve been searching for years for the a good reflexology place . . . no luck. Well, awhile ago I did go to a place on Sunrise Highway in Bellmore. Sitting in the back room with my feet in someone’s hands. I was about to say “harder is okay,” when he found a pressure point on my toe and I almost jumped out of the seat. Yes, this is what I was waiting for! Working those points. I felt great afterwards. The only distracting part I remember was the quacking. I kept hearing quacking. Was it dinner or Rachel? No, it wasn’t Rachel… my phone was on silent.

Went back there twice.. both times disastrous. Each time they sat me down in the brightly main room in the pedicure section. Rub, rub, rub, legs, legs, legs! No pressure and lots of oil and chatting amongst themselves.

Haven’t been able to find a decent place anywhere. Suggestions? Near Merrick, NY or East Village?

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Pizza, pancakes, fried green tomatoes, and good coffee

Time: Saturday night around 9:30

Place:: Hemingway’s, Wantagh

Cell phone rings. It’s Rachel. (uh oh)

Hi,” I scream into the phone. “What are you doing?” she asks. Not a good sign. (“Did she really say that to you too?” comments Hannah when she read this draft.)

Eating dinner. Why? You want to come home?” I jokingly say. “Well, no. Not if I can help it.” she responds. And from then it was pure psycho-squealing from Rachel’s end. “What? What are you saying? I can’t understand you?” I yell over the roar of the crowd. “Have you talked to Hannah?” I think I hear her say. More squealing. This goes on for a while. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Meanwhile, Drew is staring at my plate. “Are you finished eating?” He’s eyeing my last bit of food. It’s sitting there too long for him. I’m trying to decipher whatever it is Rachel is saying and, at the same time, keep Drew’s fork off my plate til I am ready to hand over the goods. Ah, it’s not easy being a slow eating multitasking mommy.

What was the call all about? Rachel locked herself out of her apartment. Her keys are inside and she is outside —  in between is a locked door. With nowhere to go she decides to call mommy. (Oops, what was that she mumbled? Something about a seat at the bar?) Can we pick the keys up from Mooney at her workplace on our way to the city tomorrow? Answer: yes. Meanwhile Hannah’s roommates will save Rachel from a night on the street. Hannah is here in Merrick and Rachel is in Hannah’s bed in the city. Lucky for Rachel we had already planned on driving in for Sunday brunch.

An early Sunday morning text from Rachel says she’s in her apartment. Josh has a key and he was there. What a rainy awful day — drove to city and stopped off at Clinton Street Bakery. We send Hannah out in the rain to get our name on the list. “She said to call in 1 1/2 hours and she will let us know how long,” she reports back. I make a face. It’s raining, I’m hungry. Waiting an hour is okay but hours . . .  Hannah sees my reaction and has that constipated look that she occasionally has — you know the look, when things don’t always go as planned and you switch to plan b — well Hannah does not live in a world where there is a plan b. She wanted to take us to Clinton St. for the great pancakes and that was that. Drew and I glance at each other. What to do. What else? Pick up Rachel and go to Crocodile Lounge to drink bloody marys and share a small pizza to hold us over. A toast to change: Columbia and California!

Hours later, sitting in Clinton Street Bakery, we were a happy family. Drew and Rachel ordered some eggy dishes. Hannah and I ordered blueberry pancakes served with warm maple butter. We all tasted the fried green tomatoes which, by the way, weren’t green and drank good coffee. Mmmmmmmmm . . . so much to eat!

A Happy Family Brunch on a Rainy Day

No dinner tonight– just some green tea.

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