Up
earlyish-kinda-but-not-at-all-compared-5:13-yoga-days. I headed up and got going. My plan (as suggested by my therapist) was to
stop "therapy" and make it different. This was a simply brilliant
idea, especially since I remember all too well being dragged to therapy when I
found it to be absolutely ridiculous.
Sure, I knew what to say, what they wanted to hear, and I doubt I'm the only one who has that
ability. . The choices for client were
art or nails (my art stuff, Maggie let me borrow her nail supplies). A note:
on a fragrance-free campus, the smell of acetone and then nail polish
are not the best of items to use, especially when the windows don't open and
there's a really lousy ventilation system.
Then, as I was preparing to write prog notes, my computer
failed to recognize the password for my flash drive (which I know by heart) so
it erased it. There go those files.
There was so much on my list. I headed to Walgreen's to grab
my Sudafed and hydrocortisone. I'd tried
before work but anyone in the drive-thru seems to get preference. Humph. After, I sudafeded up (license,
signature that I won't make meth, thumb print, eye scan and solemn oath), I
headed home to try to work on my Capstone a bit. Weber had sent it back this morning after I
sent him a really corny joke and told him this would continue until he sent
my Capstone back to me for revision. I
had it back within 12 hours…. This would
have put a damper on my Plan C (Plan B is to be a truck driver, remember?), except
he followed up the revision suggestions with “Keep the jokes coming!” This pleases me. Always have multiple back up plans….
I sat there, looking at the "what needs revision" comments. First up: California Law and Ethics – my third class
in grad school – almost 3 years ago. Then
the APA stuff. Are you fucking kidding
me? I copied the APA from our own school
library….It’s wrong??? My brain was
beginning to throb. I hate brain-throb. I decided that, since I need to cite all This 'N That (which is at work), I’d head back. Weber will be thrilled to know I learned something. Once there (of course), I noticed my laptop was losing
juice, so I did something daring – I attempted to use Windows 10. Big mistake.
There is absolutely nothing on
a computer which is “easy” or “intuitive” for me – PC or Mac – they are both
ridiculous, just in two different ways. It has suddenly hit me that when those gorgeous men-folk were offering
to help me with computers there may have been a little added somethin’
there...
Headed to that place I HATE:
Walmart. Yet I needed ribbons for
the favors and I knew I could find some there.
Once I home, I hot-glued the little polishes to the files for party
favors. Girls are easier than boys in
this way, for sure. Quinoa and wild cod
for dinner, then pretty soon it was time to get the kids from the dance. I’m that rad mom listening to NPR on a Friday
night…whoa yeah. There were cars backed up half way to Queens. It doesn’t seem to be a very conducive
parking/carpool situation (although I understand this was 5 campuses of 7 & 8
graders) but even during regular school days…the two lots seem almost worse
than the single one was. Odd.
Little Miss Maggie had failed to inform me that she had
volunteered for clean-up crew – which is great, but I had promised a mom that I
was bringing her child home after the dance. I texted mom to let her know her child was safe, sat on the cement and started writing up my 5-a-Day.
Mags has a few things to learn about communication (as well as a two or
three other things in life, though I’d hazard a guess she would argue that
point). At this point, she knows everything.
Ethan once had this, too, though it has disappeared for now (though it could
be lurking). It ebbs and it flows, Life
with Adolescents… I have learned (though
I still fight it sometimes) not to engage.
I knew it all, too, once. I am certainly not there anymore. It seems that every day I realize how much I
actually do not know – well, except
for that one thing I learned today because of Dr. Weber.
Pictures: Art from last week - I did a tree on a rock, my client did one rock with "as hoped" and one with "in reality"; A 4 square of my brain-melt-day: flash-drive erases everything; Weber tells me CA laws and ethics!, Windows 10 says "Hi! Bend over!" and my brain says "need caffeine or will self-detonate in 3..2..1.."; Girl favors for tweens: easy-peasy.
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