Back to the grindstone.
I love this grindstone. Getting
up in darkness, prepare, off to school and …my kids. A girl from a far-away impoverished island
and a kid who didn’t simply fall through the cracks, he was never given the chance to
rise above the surface to be able to do so.
Paperwork – or more accurately, computer work. The new program is a dream and will eliminate
a lot of time-consuming filing/searching/writing, etc. For the first time ever, I have mastered a program
(?) and am so proud of my electronic signature (which must be re-written on
each legal doc, but still, for the first time, not bad, huh?).
A farewell begins from an incredible male colleague who has
been so inspiring to me. He gifted me an
abalone shell – which symbolizes, emotion, the ease of flow of sensitivity and
feelings to others, connection to motherhood or family, & harmony in
relationships. What a significant gift
from a fellow therapist. And then there’s
Steve. This guy. He makes my heart smile
every time I see him. One.Good.Human.
Off to pick up the boy and we headed home to some dogs who
were overjoyed to see their guy. Girl
was with a friend. As he and I spoke, I
noticed some things, much to my chagrin:
I’ve long said “dude”, but about 10 years ago “rad” entered my
vernacular. More recently, “stoked” has
been making an appearance and this frightens me that the “California” is
beginning to sink in. Granted, I’m a “y’all”er
in Texas, but that’s where I was born….
So, I worked on re-sending the letters I’d sent off before Christmas to
get the Swiss stuff going. 7 months is
not a very long time.
And that’s about it.
I will have 40 hours of work per week shortly, but am looking forward to
it. Juvenile Hall, especially.
Pictures: Chart-love; My rad signature; This. I'm the point where I'm getting goddamn love advice from a Freud Magic 8-Ball.
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