Such deep sleep…being able to sleep an extra 30 minutes does make mornings nice(r). It has been lovely waking up and feeling rested – I just wish it were without the aid of cold medicine, but hey – silver linings, right?
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nto work to the “other” office – Wednesdays I’m down the hill, and as sure as can be, as soon as I pull into the driveway at the office I get the text of “oh no! It is —’s birthday and so clients will not be in session today!” Ummm…couldn’t this have been mentioned last week when I asked about summer schedule so we could plan sessions? The silver lining here was a terrific talk with Jenni.
Up the hill to the Other Office: Bam! Pow! Zap! Set appointments, close charts, add to charts, talk with parents,talk with attorneys, I got shit DONE! It is slowwwwlllyyy, ever so slowly (I’ve been here a year and a half) beginning to click. The paperwork at a nonprofit is endless…it is a constant “and one more thing” which adds so many more moments onto an already-impossible work log (if one is being 65% productive, which is the goal of us all and may sound like it isn’t much, but it is above and beyond the capability of most humans). Also, which may sound weird, I have a LIST of clients I need to ask about. 1 new client tomorrow, 2 new ones next week (and I have to get their intake finished and treatment plan done within that first session then turned in hours later to get a reauth approved. It is going to be a stressful few days of work, but then – vacation… 10 days scuba diving and snorkeling in Playa Del Carmen – exploring cenotes and Mayan ruins in Tulum, followed up by 4 days at High Sierra Music Festival. FU-UN. <happy face>
After a long day at work, when I wouldn’t get home til 7, I decided to stop by to pick up dinner. Not an ideal plan, I know, but they had tots. How can I not stop if they have tots (I didn’t actually know about the tots, I just saw this as divine intervention). As I awaited my order, an elderly gentlemen shuffled in, very determined to order his single chile relleno. He pulled out a flip phone and began checking in with the recipient of the call, explaining how he’s gotten his relleno “to go” and he was calling to check in. “Thirty dollars a month and it’s unlimited talk!” he said, with much amazement. I pondered about this gentleman’s life. I do this frequently about strangers I see as it has long been a dream to sit and talk to people – find our about their lives – the best parts, the bad points, the lessons, what would they change? He was surely in his 80s, which means he had experienced WWII. Whether or not he had fought, I can’t say as he didn’t wear veteran garb that so many WWII fighters proudly wear (I know I would). To think that when he was my age (or 20 years younger), there were no cell phones. What an incredible generation, but then, I think we all are an incredible generation.
And so I wait, counting the minutes to go pick up Ethan from his last CMP event, a dance at the Capitol Campus. Has he enjoyed his time at California Montessori Project? Nope, he didn’t. Would he have enjoyed school better anywhere else? Absolutely not. Ethan is not a “school” kid, like so many (mostly boys) kids. I do think, however, that because of the smaller student ratio that Ethan got more attention at this school than he might have have at other schools. Who knows. I worked at a public school in West Covina and we did a great job but that was 15 years ago. He heads off now to high school after a short summer. It’ll be tough for him – school always has been. I cannot describe the hours his dad and I have put in trying to help him to the best of our ability, but I know I’ll gladly dive in again to help next year. He is slowly realizing you have to work for things, which is key. I am proud of that little kindergartner I dropped off so many years ago on his first day. He’s learned lots of lesson and continues to do so. Life is kinda cool like that.
Pictures: The magical dark roast coffee with cream and cinnamon which I hold responsible for helping me get shit done (I don’t like dark roast and rarely add cream); The man on his cell phone ❤
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