April 17, 2015

No heart-pounding heavy metal...no work-out.  This morning,  I was lucky to get my feet over the side of the bed…I was exhausted.  Thursdays usually tend to wipe me out, but this week I felt even more tired than normal.  Fortunately, I saw the funniest clip with everybody’s favorite Dave Grohl titled: “Fresh Pot!”  Seems Dave is a friend of coffee, too.  My tongue has caffeine resting on the tastes buds I’ve had so much this week.  Could be that’s a reason I’m tired.  The hot water from the shower helped a bit and The Foo Fighters helped even more, yet still. Something I don’t like about this aging thing is it seems something or not is always out of whack.  I have a healthy breakfast, a nutritious lunch, but add one plate of nachos and everything goes to hell.  Have a little too much coffee because “I need edge,” and my tongue feels like it’s coating with a thin layer aluminum.  What gives?

A big mistake is walking on campus and thinking: only 6 more hours and 27 days.  It isn’t a fair way to start off.  Today was the day that Monterey County was approving (or not) Fernwood Resort a permit for outdoor concerts (there have been some issues regarding that this year), so I was a little eager to hear how that would go.  Yet today the stars aligned, since within a couple of hours I learned Hipnic was a go, I was approved for my three days off in May, and I got a call saying my bus was ready!! All of this news couldn’t have come on a better day as the culmination of much stress on many levels hit its high point.

My dear boy has been told multiple times about doing certain things around the house and has chosen to disregard my request.  Today, the hammer gently fell again.  No, you may not go to your friend’s house because you didn’t do what was asked of you.  I think, by his lack of argument, that he understood.  My sweet neighbor took me to the mechanics yet again and…she SOUNDS LIKE A TIGER!!! A tow truck driver was there (the same place that took me to the other mechanics, but different driver) asked,  “Who does the hippie bus belong to?  I love it!”  “Me, ” I smiled.   “Hey, do you like the Grateful Dead?”  (I swear this is what he said) So we talked about Fare Thee Well tour a bit and then went our separate ways.

I went to my site..and I was nervous!!  It has been so long since I have had a individual client, so I prepared…got paperwork ready, took some notes (because of my memory, until I do this a bit more frequently I need to have the notes).  Finally…it was time…and..IT WENT SO WELL!  There was a definite therapeutic alliance made with the family and client as well, and wouldn’tcha know, music and Doctor Who helped seal the deal with them all.  It was a terrific thing and reaffirmed what I hope to be true.  

 The kids had a terrific breakfast dinner waiting for me (with Sabol’s From Scratch pancakes) and we watched two episodes of The Office.  I laughed harder than I have in weeks (since I last watched it), which is just what I needed.  We were out of milk, so we grabbed the dogs and piled into the bus.  I was sad that the panel lights weren’t working as I thought they’d be, but I’ll talk to them Monday.  She drives incredibly…and the kids said she sounds terrific.  We also stopped by Kmart and I saw a client and was touched that I was approached and hugged.  These relationships mean so much  to me and I can finally focus on building a therapeutic relationship with these kids.  That is something to smile about.  Of course, so is the fact that I’m in bed.  Ohhhhhh, mannnnn. 

Pictures:  Green, yellow, blue...very subtle keys to let us know which room is which.<grin>; In the yard..at school; A little bee was in here collecting pollen, but he is hidden by the petal. A co-worker, doing his job.