I got there and the cat, Bea, greeted
me loudly and emphatically. I spoke with
her, validated her feelings (*”I’m a helper, it’s what I do”) and fed her. She didn’t care about the food at that
moment, she had some fierce complaining to do.
This pussy was pissed. Hunhhh. I get that.
Next, I moved onto the rats. They
were sleeping and were a bit irked that I was waking them, but cheerios changed
that (the fruits and veggies were ignored).
The hairless rat, whom I call Fritz but that isn’t his name, greeted me
affectionately. I hope I don’t offend
you gentlemen, but this guy feels more like a penis than, well… probably your
penises (minus his whiskers). I am very
grateful to him for being the one remaining link to that feeling in my life. Off to work!
Off to class, where an LMFT from
AAMFT (American Association of Marriage & Family Therapy) came by….. This one is headed by MFTs, not lawyers, like
CAMFT is (I’m a member of CAMFT). AAMFT
is offering certification in substance abuse and LGBT-Affirmative psychotherapy. I would LOVE BOTH!!! See…there I go again. Just finishing up and already jumping at the bit to do more classes. I.Need.Help. We decided, per The Doctor, that "I'm a helper, it's what I do" is our theme.
Pictures: My bus awning has arrived!!!; I love Maggie "infinity." I love Ethan "pi", but all I have for that is homemade snickers (which I posted yesterday); Beautiful clouds as the sun set; A golden sun setting (don't worry, I was parked).
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