October 3, 2015

The alarm went off super early this morning... and that was after I woke up at two-something, nervous that I'd missed the alarm set for six. After spending an hour thinking about issues I couldn't solve,  I finally made it back to sleep for mere minutes.  It wasn't till I was on the road that I got word that my paper had been accepted and I was officially done with school, which depresses me to no end.  Seriously,  these people, the instructors, WendyChris'nWeber have been a part of  of my life for the last three years -a pretty integral part and now it's done.  I really hate that.

I made it to San Jose in about two hours, 15.   I got to my friend's house, whom I hadn't seen in a while. It's amazing to think almost 30 years ago we were in a whole different country, beginning on this life and now here we  are approaching the beginning of the last half.  . Has a really cool kid and we picked up two friends so they could go boarding in San Francisco while we hit Hardly Strictly and we headed off. We parked by a friend's incredible apartment with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge.  Absolutely stunning.  It wasn't long until we started to walk: the boys went on their way and we went ours.

Getting there around 1 on  a Saturday is much different than getting there around 10 (two years ago).  There were already crazylotsa people and that kept growing.  We headed over to Arrow Stage where the Brothers Comatose were playing. I whipped out my blanket and we parked ourselves.  It was so incredible just to talk about so many different things: politics, our pasts,  jobs, lives, futures. Catching up with someone after years is incredible and the cool thing is I'll be doing it again tomorrow night with a different AISZ friend.    For almost 30 years, close to nothing and now, everything.  My stars are aligning.

The Music was Great, the People were Rad, the Vibe was Sweet.   We hit Flogging Molly before we left,  taking a long long route back to teh Twin Towers area.  Ended up on a bus and the driver told us not to worry about it when we only had enough money for one fare.  We have picked up the guys at the skate park underneath the freeway and headed back to San Jose,  talking again about so much: sex, religion, politics (again), and deaths.  I have MISSED CONVERSING!!!  We dropped  the friends off, headed back and went by a Mexican carneceria  to pick up some food before I headed back to Placerville.  Joel - "Merci vielmal, i ha luscht cha"

An amazing lightening storm and occasional downpours accompanied me on my journey. It wasn't long at all until I was home again.  3 hours? Goodness, no.  A marvelous package awaited me in the mailbox: thumbs up on a new Swiss passport!  A day beginning with sad news and an ending has ended with good news on a new beginning.  I like that.

Pics:  The Arrow Stage at HSBF; See?!  There's Corby!!; The "other" end of HSBF;  Sk8 park with some Famous Sk8r Dude; My HSBF feet before the hot bath.

October 2, 2015

My first client wasn’t scheduled until 11, so there was no need to asset an alarm.  I spent the morning prepping for my Return To The Gym.  This would be a Big Day.  I wanted a new set list, as the running list I have is set for the cadence of running – it doesn’t “push” me like other genres of music – you all know what I’m talking about.  I looked through the music library on iTunes and rediscovered Ministry.  Perfect.

My client arrived and once again sugarcoated things.  Like many other adolescents (past-self included) victimization is felt, a change in life is wanted, yet there is no willingness to do the footwork necessary.  I remember that well.  After the client and writing notes and various other paper work, I dressed in proper gym attire – “active-wear” – surely you’ve seen the You-Tube clip.  Except I look like an 80s person in my hot pink and bright blue.   That’s totally ok with me – I AM an 80s person.  I got in there and got busy.  A wave to Jake at one point, but no words – he was with a client and I had resumed my Day 1, plus two pounds weight, so I knew I had work to do.  I ended up with 698 calories burned in this hour.  The challenge has begun.

I went home and dove into a delicious salad (it’s so weird, putting those two words together), then I showered and got ready to leave for the next client.  As I was prepping, I responded to a classmate from Switzerland about when we could see each other, and as luck would have it – San Francisco has some mighty fine goings-on taking place at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, so I will wake up early and head to his place in San Jose and he will drive us to SF.  I’m excited to see him.  I’m kinda nervous, too.  Not for any specific reason, but he is a HE and I haven’t really been around HEs very much in the last many years.  Sunday I'll have dinner with another CH firned and his wife.  How funny....

My next client was scheduled for 5 and we worked on sand tray.  It was a good session, I feel and is slowly putting things into place for my client.  Nothing happened overnight but I enjoy this process very much.  I am going to start looking for a permanent work site soon.  My client hours for trainee status will be over next week (I only need 4 and a half more) and my personal therapy hours will finish in the next few weeks.  

I went home and grabbed the dogs quickly. The sun was setting and darkness would soon be upon us and these dogs needed a run!  The nearby park had kids (of course) so back to work to the school field behind us and I ran those dogs as hard as I could in 20 minutes.  Then I headed back to the gym.  With such high numbers I was dying to hit 1000 calories burned in one day.  I hit 1020.  So proud!!  Then home to salad and 2 pieces of wild- caught cod.  It ain’t nachos, but it’ll do.

Pictures:  Here is proof - 2 work-out sets today; The sun shining in made a type of tree-shadow heart; I don't usually leave vagina out for everyone to see (my pencil mug sits in front).  No more Bobby Ewing/John Schneider altar, either.