Hearing Gio’s voice is one of my favorite things. It has been 13 years since I have seen him, yet we continue to keep in touch, still talking about that day when we will spend hours together, reminiscing about high school years.
On Wednesdays, I need to make it up to Pollock Pines by 8:30, which is even further east than Camino, yet thanks to some rad kids, I made it there on time. As I drove up the hill, it struck me that I am that person who marches in to the school to work with the kids and then marches right out,carrying on with my day to help more kids. That seems weird..me, the professional. I stood in the office and waited for my little sunshine (whom I met last week for the first time) to show up…then smiled when I saw his little smiling eyes greet me. I do so love the little ones…I think my favorite grades as a teacher were K-second. Littles still see the magic in school. Our session was going well when he said, “yeah, I really feel like I’m going to barf…” and seeing that look on his face, I quickly got up, opened the door to my office where he followed and…threw up all over the shiny linoleum floor. Needless to say, our session was over.
As I walked back to my car, I saw that woman – the one with the nice outfit, hair pulled back “just so” with the designer work bag. Yeah, I’m definitely not her. I don’t get it…I’m trying. I even shopped at Macy’s a 
couple of weeks ago, yet I still look like that lady who blew in from a clothing sale at a thrift store. Trying to stay with healthier choices, I stopped by the co-op to get soup for lunch and decided I’d treat myself to a breakfast burrito (you know, organic everything, cage free, probably gluten-free, fair-trade and all that shit). It was The Most Disgusting Thing I Have Ever Eaten. I threw it away, it was that bad. Who’d want to be be healthy if food tastes like that?
Work was loooonnnnggg. Usually it’s client, individual supervision, group supervision, client, client, client, but today the supervision was a training instead (again), then individual supervision. Plus, I was given two groups to facilitate starting next week. I think this could be a really great thing because they’ll be process groups and that (in my experience and opinion) is where the magic happens.
As I waited for Maggie’s volleyball practice to end, I called home to see if Ethan would start dinner, but it was not to be. It seems he had been waiting outside, reading, for over two hours because he left his keys in my car and couldn’t get into the house. Dinner was a mixture of Indian pork chops and these horrific frozen vegetables which were PICKLED (omygawdsogross), so I ordered pizza and after Ethan drove me around the block, we picked it up. I’m sad beyond repair to report Ethan didn’t really care for the pizza, so I continued to consume 5 of the 8 pieces. As N.W.A. said…”Motherfucker, say WHAT???”
Pictures: My Wicked Tree a few moments apart…clouds are beginning to visit now that the melty heat is (hopefully) on its way out.
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