This morning was the “first” day of Autumn…and I’m so fucking glad. I don’t care about pumpkin spice (I finally tasted the Starbucks stuff 2 years ago and think it’s just as bad as everything else they sell – though I LOVE the things the company stands for and supports), I still don’t own a pair of Uggs, my thighs and ass are too damn flappy to be wearing anything form-fitting, but I LOVE the earlier nights, I LOVE chilly days, I FUCKING LIVE FOR RAIN and so Autumn is my favorite season.
Group supervision and it was a fairly okay one. Still only two of us but this is the part of the program where I am the “senior” in school and we have a new freshman. Expecting another freshman soon. Then off to a school site. I DIG this school site because it is where I would have ended up if I hadn’t been shipped off to boarding school and our town had one of these, I think. Most excellent session. Having a good relationship with the client is important.
Back to 
office and off to next site. Two sessions here and these are tough. I am so grateful for the childhood I had; I am so grateful for the childhood I was able to give to my kids. Some of these kids have been through the worst and have serious attachment issues having been born into such horrible environments.
The thing about eating too much Mexican food as an unhealthy coping mechanism (because let’s face it – I love Mexican foot, but I’m not stupid, I need to stop eating it) is there is always a consequence for our actions. In this particular case it is some of the worst heartburn I have ever had – even worse than pregnancy. I stopped to buy Tums and have been munching them like bon-bons, but finally, (After my dinner burrito with hot sauce which I didn’t even enjoy) I stopped at the store to buy Zantec. The problem here is, my alcoholic mindset jumped in: If one Zantec is good (I was still heartburning after an hour) then two is better. Nope. There are explicit instructions on not to have more than 2 in 24 hours – so now I need to wait until tomorrow night before eating another.
Mags and The Boy were dropped off around 7. Maggie had a volleyball game at a school and they presented all the volleyball and flag football team players with a rose, the ribbon holding a lovely tag “In which read “In memory of Coach Sabrina.” They also had a sign with balloons in our school colors and logos which they had on the field. What a beautiful, compassionate thing to see.
Mags had won her game, which guarantees them a place in the tournament. This is the first reason I’m not going to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, despite th
e Hips playing that day. The second reason is because there is a memorial service for Sabrina that day and after her tourney, we will go to the service. Ethan had turned in his first written essay for peer review and received it with corrections, so we worked on that. He claims to have never learned how to do this and come to think of it., I don’t recall ever seeing any, but I shall explore that, because I don’t really believe him. I don’t mind helping him at all, however…writing is my jam and even though I may not explain it well, it excites me. We lit a fire for the first time tonight to celebrate this glorious season. The kids and I adore hanging out in front of fires, watching war movies and such. What a glorious life I get to have.
Pictures: The roses presented to CMP athletes by Mountain Creek Middle School; Ethan starts the first fire of the year.
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