Monday

WE WAKE UP to the sound of Mozart and hustle to put together a big breakfast. By 8, we're off to our teaching posts. Diana teaches mornings at Holden Montessori School in Bethesda. The young students there are predominantly daughters and sons of members of the diplomatic and intermational community. For many, English is a second or third language.

I'm off to the Potomac Myotherapy Institute (PMTI) in Washington. The morning passes quickly, then I head for the Metro which whisks me to Foggy Bottom and the Watergate Health Club, where I am one of the massage therapists.

Diana could use a chauffeur this afternoon. She teaches at five different homes, various instruments ranging from recorder to guitar. Her final student lives in the Georgetown area, so, as night falls, she picks me up at the Watergate. Driving home, we compare notes. As teachers and therapists, we look forward to discussing the progress of our students and clients.

Our dogs, Jacques and Dominique, nearly knock us down at the door with boisterous greeting. We quickly stir-fry tofu and vegetables for dinner. Unwinding afterwards means a relaxing game of Scrabble. Tuesday

I help Diana get off early by fixing breakfast and doing the dishes. This is my morning to be househusband; I don't mind, except that I hate dusting. I pop in a load of laundry and am off on a brisk walk with the dogs. A neighbor laughingly asks, "Who's walking whom?" Later, I work on a couple of magazine articles about massage and running injuries.

Diana teaches music today at Holden and the children are eager. They love music. Today's favorite song is "Sammy," which they act out with great enthusiasm. Diana will have to remember that for the birthday party she's doing Saturday.

Tonight, we work on staying in shape at the Jewish Community Center. I swim while Diana attends her aerobic dancing class. Then we work out together in the exercise room. Sleep comes easily after this vigorous workout. Wednesday

Shortly after Diana leaves for school, I take the bus to PMTI. Having only one car means a lot of juggling.

PMTI is nationally known for its massage therapy program. I'm continually amazed at the wide diversity of our students, from nurses to psychotherapists to computer analysts, ranging in age from 25 to 65. Before leaving, Sandy, our administrator, reminds me about an upcoming one-day massage workshop for nonprofessionals. These are fun to teach because the participants are everyday people looking to share something with their family and friends.

Later, we attempt to give Jacques and Dominique a much-needed bath. Brother and sister, a cross between Belgian Shepherd and Husky, they look like black wolves. No wonder people cross the street when they see us out walking.

Have you ever tried to bathe two 80-pound dogs in a bathtub? Especially when they're not too thrilled about it? We resign ourselves to the fact that we'll have to wait until spring and do it in the back yard. Thursday

This morning, I devote to my private practice of massage therapy.Two clients come to the office in our home. Tony is a jogger complaining of lower back pain. He is surprised that, when I work on his thighs, the pain in his back subsides. Bill is a typical overachiever in a highly competitive job who gets treatments to relieve his overall stress and tension.

I pack up my 40-pound portable table and am off on a house call to see Judy, who has difficulty getting around. She has multiple sclerosis and her doctor recommended massage to increase her body circulation. I keep notes on each session which prove invaluable for the next treatment.

Late afternoon, the tables are turned and I get a massage from my friend, Joe, who is studying to be a massage therapist. When he's finished, I work on him.

Diana comes home from a hard day's work to a well deserved foot massage. So they won't feel left out, I spend a little time with each dog, loosening up tight spots along their spines, Yes, even dogs love massage. Friday

I go downtown early to give neck and shoulder massages to the bosses and secretaries at a large office. Afterward, some of them comment that, since starting this program, they've noticed more harmony and good feeling in the office. This makes me feel good.

Diana spends her afternoon with her piano students. It's her favorite instrument and she loves to teach it.

A busy day at the health club. There, I meet politicians, businessmen, dancers, conductors, musicians, actors, athletes. Many stay at the hotel when performing on Capitol Hill, at the Kennedy Center or the Capital Centre.

I don't often ask for autographs, but when Andy Williams came, I made an exception. My mother-in-law took great pride in showing her friends the note which read, "To Manette, with love, Andy Williams."

Jeff and Cece meet Diana and me for the Bullets-Lakers game. It's special game for us because we went to school with Magic Johnson at Michigan State -- along with 48,000 other people. Saturday

This is the day for Diana's music therapy program called Music and Arts for Special Citizens. Her first student, Christopher, is diagnosed as learning disabled, a catchall term. He has a good ear but is easily distracted. They're working on focusing his energy on the piano.

Next is Scott, an 11-year-old autistic boy, who atends a residential school Mondays through Fridays and spends weekends with his parents. He has boundless energy, a short attention span, and is extremely quick. A tambourine goes flying across the room before Diana can grab his arm and say, "No!" Diana plays Beethoven's Pastorale Symphony in hopes of calming him down. It does.

Helene, a young woman, also learning disabled, is just beginning to enter the mainstream of life. She now has a full-time job and rides the bus to work and to our house. She is studying piano and has really loosened up around Diana. Now she laughs at her mistakes instead of getting upset.

We relax over a late lunch, then it's off to do a birthday party in Bethesda. Diana takes a bag of instruments and leads the children in a lively half hour of songs.The parents rave, claiming she is better than a clown or magician, and the children love participating in the action. By day's end, Diana's thoroughly bushed. Sunday

Dominique and Jacques sneak into our waterbed and we get up to their persistent pawing.

The Jewish Community Center is a beehive of activity. A relaxing swim gets the day off to a good start.

In the evening, we join Diana's family for dinner in her mother's home. There is great anticipation as we open a crate which had arrived from Hong Kong. It contains exquisite wood carvings [TEXT ILLEGIBLE]