Friday mornings, when the kids are here, aren’t really too bad – I’m up anyway, so I just throw
on a robe and drive Mags to school at 7.
What’s bad is those Thursday
evenings when she reminds me at 9:30 that I have to take her in early for Quoia
Café. This morning’s drive was great
because I let Maggie in on a business deal – we could partner up and make
vagina cupcakes, per last night’s suggestion.
She declined but suggested I partner with Weber; I’d see him and make
millions – problem solved. I have
nothing if not a smart daughter. I later
suggested this and by golly if he didn’t say he was in! I’m sure he is furiously scribbling away at
our business plan.
Home, shower, dropped boy off at school and headed to
work. I had a few things I wanted to get
done and was surprised to be asked if I’d be willing to work more hours. What a lovely change of events! I will start juvenile hall in December, which
I look forward to, and will begin at a school site fairly soon. I got a text from some of my Hips people and
dashed off to Raley’s (next to Hangtown Halloween) and saw Cherie and Whitey. We had a lovely 45 minute talk outside and
then, as soon as I was at Office Max, I got a text from Victoria, so I headed
back to Raley’s and met her inside at Peet’s.
I even protected her from an ICP gang member (grin). She got coffee, I got fruit tarts and…
…ran into a friend I knew long ago who is now 8 years
sober. The change is terrific and
amazing and yet another reminder that I am exactly where I need to be in (however,
not referring to a location). When we
are aware, there is so much to see in our lives, and sobriety has given me
that. I needed to rush back to grab the kids
– It was almost end of school day (last minimum day). I had to rescue/ relocate a wolf spider, she was beautiful, then took kids (plus friend) home and back to work to sign my hours sheet. So many damn attempts with the iPhone
calculator and it was never the right answer.
I went back to see my crisis client.
I’ll probably lose the client soon – county mental health has their methods
of madness, replacing me with another therapist. Such a broken system. There is such fear, such sorrow in these
eyes. I wish there was a solution.
Back to the clinic and my last client: I got a cupcake!! That is quite meaningful to me. The session was terrific, then not, then
terrific again. Following the client’s
lead is important. More small reminders
of how very similar we all are was in so many places today. This is important to notice and get back to
doing what is important in life for me, because it barked in my face, now that
school is over…and I heard.
At home, we ate some tasty steak and then I tried to get the packing started, but
there were two barriers: A) I was exhausted and B) despite promises, when a
child has a friend over, they aren’t really going to help pack. Lesson learned. Landlord let me know 24 hours in advance that
he would be coming up tomorrow afternoon to fix the windows. Ugh. I
hope we are gone getting a storage unit.
I’ll have to pile the kids and boxes into the bus and go find a place.
Picture: I unpacked and moved back in again, minus the Bobby Ewing altar. There is a different, more serious feel to it now, somehow.
Up at 8:47 – so 5 hours of sleep – or so. It helped sleeping, for sure, but I am 44
years old, if standing causes so much pain, there is something wrong here. NOTE:
I later discovered that wearing Birkenstocks to a show is not a wise
choice. 
I left around 4 to head towards Sebastopol – planning a lunch/dinner
stop along the way. I found a quiet sushi
restaurant in San Leandro and then continued on to Lee’s house. I was very saddened – the hit-a-wall-until-Change-happens
kinda sad. Lee texted me, asking how I was,
so I phoned her back and we talked.
Perfect timing…. And then, another treat, Jessica and Rickey were going
to be at the Hopmonk…my Hipnic camping people. 
