September 17, 2015

There was much more motivation this morning for whatever reason.  Actually, I discovered the secret: A list.  Adulting is much easier if you write it all out on paper and follow it systematically.  Documents for the Swiss consulate – done.  Post office to ship said documents to San Francisco – done.  ROI for so I can hopefully graduate one day (if Weber ever lets me know about revisions…I’m dying in anticipation) – done.  Home Depot for more steel wool for these tenacious mice – not done, but it wasn’t on the list.

I also contacted an art therapist/instructor with interest in learning about this.  I am the one who has all these damn crafts and shelves of stuff which I never do, but maybe this is why…it’s meant for clients.  I think it would be a grand thing To Do.  I have used art with clients and it seems to soften the seriousness of the session when there is something else to focus on.  

At the time which was The Time, I went to work and met my client.  The client brought an adorable little dog, a Pomeranian/poodle mix.  Very sweet, doesn’t shed (which I am appreciating so much since I probably inhale about 3 pounds of Mabi’s hair a year)  After, my next client brought dad.  Terrific session, even though I sounded horrible.  Did I mention I went to the pharmacy and spoke with a pharmacist about what the hell is going on with me??  The thought with him is post nasal drip (See?!?  I don’t want to spend $60 for them to tell me it is this when I can get the same info for free).  Still, A z-pack sounds great. 

 

Home and I enjoyed my moist chicken (crock pot and mushroom soup) with raw spinach.  I wish there was a lemon soup so I could make lemon chicken.  I may a have purchased a cake to eat with the chicken since I am not feeling much better and that seems to be the only to work temporarily.  I am awash with guilt now, however, so that was quit short-lived.  Plus, it was a weird frosting.  WHY CAN I NOT LIE ABOUT THIS?  WHY MUST I BRING IT UP?  I think total honesty is bullshit, yet I can’t stop….

 

I have a party on Saturday to prepare for.  Accomplished some things, forgot others.  Such is my head.  I’m going to start sending Weber really awful jokes until he reads my Capstone and gets back to me.  I’m also going to sign up for an art therapy class to see if I can hack it as both.  So much to do, so much to do….

Pictures:  My documents to the Swiss Consulate; I was in love once in this post-office...my heart was beating to so fiercely...good memories; Sweet little Oscar came for a visit today; Spinach and local eggs (and cake hidden in there, somewhere).