It’s a little easier with one child, – of course that’s a gimme. Ethan and I had a gentle morning. I dropped him off and headed to…work. I wanted to get the booklets printed out for group at my school site before heading up to Pollock Pines for my client. Dashing in, started the printing, then racing up the hill. I was 4 minutes late.
The day tumbled into an onslaught of clients, groups, the bitchiness that is Penelope (our system) and pure joy with the Chaos that is work. I thrive when there is no time to think, simply go, go, go, next client, next task, next client.
As the workday ended around 5:20, I began the task of moving my initial desk over to the desk which was Jen Berry. This desk has much more room than mine did, as it has no computer monitor there (I use my laptop). The books J-Ber gave me, the books I have myself, they will now have room. It is going to be a whole different world without Jen there. She has been here for 7-8 years. Jen and I have known each other about 11 years – and I know her leaving our work place won’t change that, but man, there will be a huge hole at work.
I headed home and honked for Ethan. We headed to pick up some dinner – to be honest I was thinking of Chinese food, if only for its location – next to Frank Vilt’s Bakery. Sadly Frank shared he didn’t have anything to sell due to “an emergency of sorts.“ Oh hell. Is there another ‘someone like me’ in town? We got our dinner then Ethan requested to drive in a gated community where he had lived with his dad’s girlfriend. He drove around the beautiful homes and hills of the community, giving us more precious time together as the sun set over the gold-painted hills which is home. As this kid grows up, he and I share so many delightful and in-depth conversations. Tonight, as he cautiously droves us around empty neighborhoods, we shared in yet another. Moments like these.
Tonight, Ethan and I watched Gladiator again, and I sat, making comments, suddenly seeing my dad…doing the same thing as I was a child, interrupting whichever show I was watching with his jovial personality before walking away. I do the same, but sadly my kids will never know my father’s jokes nor his wit. I miss that man.
Still, I am my father’s daughter.
Picture: As the many reminders of Jen’s years at __ are removed, I slowly begin to move in. Carl Jung welcomes me and Bob reminds me daily that “Every little thing is gonna be alright.”
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