September 2, 2015

Have you ever had a near-perfect sleep?  I think I had about three-quarters of one last night.  Sleep is that favorite worn-quilt you cozy up in during a gentle thunderstorm.  I got up, told the dogs (whom I didn’t crate last night, for some odd reason) that it wasn’t time yet (so they stayed out) and remembered my computer dancing last night: enter this, denied, enter again, now this is denies, enter the info this way, denied, denied, denied. This dance happened most of yesterday in several things I was trying to accomplish and I was hesitant to begin again, but the good news is the AirBnB apartment is ours – right by the lake in Zurich.  I’m looking so forward to showing my much-more-grown-children my favorite city again.  I hope, hope, hope this living-there-plan works. 

At noon I had group supervision.  These are so precious to me and I am saddened that they are only 2 hours long because they are LESSONS ON LIFE.   Before, however, James and I spoke. This man gave me considerable insight as to ways to work in Switzerland.  Learn the parameters then work within them to give people what is needed.  SO much to learn from this man…  if only I could tap into minds <MindTap – BAM!>.  Jen introduced me to the LunchBox at our office of education which has delicious and healthy <Jake-approved> lunches, and then…group.  At this point I am a baby swimming in the knowledge of  Those Who Know..and I realize I will get there, too, but I often wonder if I’m speaking the right language.

I had a group to co-facilitate and a client at 5, but I was feeling so weak that I left  headed home.  Clothes flew off and straight into bed I tumbled.  I am glad this love-of-nudity (or actually, it’s that I hate the feeling of clothes) has only been recently discovered.  There could have been some really interesting situations <course, maybe there were, I was a black-out drinker>.  After a bit, I got back on the horse and tried to get the airline tickets purchased.  Now.  I have excellent credit and I’m very cautious about credit cards.  I recently acquired one because of traveling and as a means of paying, but I was having a difficult time with the Wells Fargo folks.  Not gonna lie, I am not a huge fan of that banking establishment, but finally – after about 15th attempts, 3 calls and 5 different agents I got the tickets.  Hotel first, tickets second,  a little backwards, I know, but YAY!

My head/throat/voice sounded so bad at the end of those phone calls I realized it was time for the big guns.  Cayenne, freshly ground pepper, ginger, lemon and honey (maybe other stuff ,too, I can’t remember).  Then I put Vick’s on my chest give this cold a surround-sound effect.  I wish I had more lemons so I could have drunk gallons of this, but I didn’t have clothes on, I feel like a run-over banana and the store is way over there…  I completed my last case presentation paper and wrote almost a whole sentence on my Capstone paper.  

 

And then I visited TED.  TED is a good guy.  I found lots of interesting topics and started one on depression in which Andrew Solomon says “Depression is a slow way of being dead,”… and yes, I agree with that.  It isn’t about being sad.  Being sad is a feeling, an emotion.  Depression is a slow-motion camera placed in your tired, hopeless, worthless-feeling soul.  I know depression quite well. Today two years ago a friend of mine was at the end of her depressed rope yet by grace, she called her mother.  Today is her second birthday, her LIFE day, actually, as she wasn’t really “reborn” she was “re-lifed.”  So Happy Life Day, Sam and as those boys sing..”Any legacy of mine is gonna be sunshine and I’ll leave it behind as a sign of my love for mankind.” <that’s “White Falcon Fuzz” by The Mother Hips for those of you who didn’t know.  Get a copy today!>

 Pics 'n flicks:  This is a shirt Sam had made and she post it on her page today...She is our girl for MG clothing.  So glad your brightness is here with us, Sam.  I remember two years ago and it wasn't pretty.  Love you!; Mabi, that poor girl.  When I got her I wasn't planning on grad school, and then...;   My kitchen tools for tea;  15th time is the lucky one!;  in her quiet "I'll just sit here and chew a ball while you write" phase;