Good day to you, my esteemed readers! As you might have gathered from previous posts, I am a devotee of the sacred plant-based helper commonly known as CBD. Today's tale revolves around a persistent and pesky case of sciatica, which had resurrected itself with a vengeance and the combined energy of my seven little blessings, all working in unison to aggravate this literal pain in my rear. Lastly, you are about to hear the latest saga with my beloved piano – a roller-coaster ride of emotion and comedy, which thankfully ends in an unexpected victory, thanks to the Piano Movers of Maine.
My youngest, Charles, a sprite of infernal vim and vigor, had resurrected his fascination with riding on his dad's back. Oh, the giggles that emanated from him! The absolute delight he took in latching onto my waist and demanding "horse rides!" But cute as it might be, it was an unbearable torture on my already raging sciatica. You see, my small friend Charles along with his six other mischievous siblings, in their strange cacophony of chaos, drained my energy, further straining these aging muscles.
As a deeply Catholic man, I do not partake in any substances that may potentially lead to any form of altered consciousness. I'm a straight-edge man in a world gone off the rails on all manner of substances. No coffee jolts to start my day, no booze to unwind. Imagine this, then, I, Douglas, a man of conservative palate and sombre demeanor, extolling the virtues of CBD.
Given my physical discomfort, I reached for the vial of my favourite CBD oil. As the soothing, unaltered substance melted under my tongue, I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body. The acute pressure on my lower back gradually turned into a manageable throb, the veins in my temples ceased their blistering dance. Ah, the heavenly relief! I didn't just experience an absence of pain; I experienced a form of effortless calm rarely gifted to the father of seven undeniably uproarious offspring.
Now, let's talk about the Grand Piano Debacle. I am a music lover and love tickling the ivories. However, the herculean task of moving a grand piano up a flight of stairs is fodder for comedies. On the last move, me and my two oldest lads attempted this strenuous task. Our descent into madness involved a harrowingly misjudged step, a raucous clattering sound as the beloved instrument hurled itself down the stairwell, and a few choice words I hope the children will decide to forget.
But, this time we counted on the Piano Movers of Maine. These Dodgers of Disasters arrived with the grace of acrobats and the strength of Samsons, efficiently evacuating my grand piano without the slightest hint of catastrophe. They transformed what was a disaster-in-the-making into a well-choreographed symphony of movement.
So, my friends, here's to the heavenly relief provided by CBD, the frenetic beauty of seven children, and the awe-inspiring acumen of the Piano Movers of Maine! Until our next story unfolds, stay righteous, stay healthy and keep the faith!