As soon as the
alarm went off this morning, I was ready to go. There was a great deal to do
and not much time to do it, since I hadn’t wanted to get up much earlier.
Unfortunately <said with sarcasm>, I couldn't do a workout this morning, but my
frantic-ness surely counted for something. I had boiled potatoes the day before
so all I needed to do was peel them, grate them, then chop onions & parsley
for rösti, yet what I thought was an onion in the cool dark corner turned out
to be an apple. Dammit. I texted Stephanie. I decided to just simply dice the onion-half I’d
found in the fridge more finely. Scooped up the
puppy (much to the chagrin of Mabi, who felt she was missing out on a fun
adventure) and left in a rush.... I
was halfway there when I realized I had forgotten the parsley...oh, well...Tanti
never made it with parsley. And the bacon. Oh hell, no!
Sharp pull into Walmart, where I ran in, bought onions, parsley and
bacon,…and headed to the vets. I was sitting in the parking lot when Steph
texted that another student had brought in stuff for her country a week early. Well, shit.
I’m gonna do mine, anyway – we’ll just have two presentations today.
My little Annie – who was so excited for the super fun
adventure we were going to have, was barking and whining like a three year old
kid on Christmas Eve the entire way to the vets. She was even excited to have
people paying attention to her. Oh poor
thing…. Hope you still love me
later. The day went really well. I was
thrilled to present Switzerland to the kids, along with Lindt chocolates (from the
Kilchberg chocolate factory in Switzerland) and Swiss yodeling on in the background
from Spotify. I felt joy sharing this
and excitement at sharing it (hopefully soon) with my children. Great news!
The bus is done, but there were
a few recommendations and I said YES!!! – please hook up the auxiliary battery
and do the other stuff. I'm Hipnic/HSMF ready!! <Burning Man is a strong possibility>. 
I’m not sure if it was because there has been a shift in the
universe, but the end of the school year is that light at the end of the tunnel
and people seem much happier. A coach
approached me today and said, “So, how ma…”
“35 days.” I answered, cutting
him off before he could even finished.
He laughed and said, “You knew exactly where I was going with that one!” Oh yes.
I know. I noticed a lot of young high school men with bouquets of
flowers for young ladies, today. It correlates
with the attitude I sensed today and was very nice to see. I also noticed undercover cars bought be
teenage boys and remembered how I wanted one when I was a kid, too. I remember scouring the newspaper for that “incredible
car” deal.
At home, I grabbed my books for group(s) and headed off to
pick up my sweet Annie. She was happy to
see me, that tail always wagging, but she was also quite out of it. She wanted to stick her head out of the window
but was too high to figure out how to accomplish that, so was satisfied in
trying to curl up in the front seat, instead.
I stuck her in her crate and headed off again.
First to drop off the window regulator and then group(s). I like these “trouble” kids…I get them(group 1), I also like these
parents of trouble kids (group 2), I
also get them…. In an ideal world, I’ll
get some kind of AOD credential (to accomplish my sober/clean time) and sex ed stuff (because I can talk about clitorises/premature
ejaculation stuff all day long to just about anyone) and help out troubled world. Another
great part of the day was baseball. The
boys are back and I am happy as punch.
We have a sweet rookie pitcher, PrestoHesto (Heston) who added a bunch
of “hellyeah!” to the game yesterday and that is awesome. I need to get my game app up and running so I
can watch.
At group tonight, Jen showed me a picture of something her
husband had gotten for her and I missed having someone who loves me thinking
of me like that. I told her I can’t really fall
for anyone here(crushes are ok and seem to keep me going), because I have to go to Europe and they won’t want to. She said not necessarily, that her husband had
moved here with her, that there were more free spirits out there like me. Am I a free spirit? I don’t know.
I think that it’s just that I’m not at home here…I haven’t been since
learning my soul lives in Zurich at the tender age of 15 Who knows,
maybe there isn’t a “him” for me there, either, and really…that’s ok. I just can’t stay here…I can’t.Pictures: Today was maybe so fabulous because I tried on jeans that were a size smaller than the jeans that would (literally) fall off when I climbed stairs at work..AND THEY FIT!!; "And they'll stone you when you're riding in your car..." Bob Dylan knows her too well...Poor Annie; Sunlight shining on the shoes at group; This is "nacho" typical Parent Project. <beaming>
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