The rain began right on schedule and I was lulled into such a peaceful state that I was unable to think of what I was supposed to do. At 6:51 it hit me: I was supposed to have Mags at Quoia Café by 7, yet she was still asleep. For whatever reason, the various alarm clocks the kids have are not working, so…. 30 minutes later I was heading with Mags to school when I realized I couldn’t bring her as Ethan, and subsequently I would be late, so we turned back around. It’s ok… was raining, which made everything alright.
I was at work when I was told the PO was there to check in with me over some clients. We were talking when The Head Guy heard us and came out to join the conversation. So there I stood, t
alking (sorta, I was actually mostly listening, pretending I was part of the conversation. Isn’t it in situations like this where we “fake it til we make it?”) with these two men. At this moment, I wished I were able to be in a position of importance so I could make a “key point.”
I did what I was to do and then headed to pick up the Boy at high school. I had forgotten what a Friday high school parking lot was like, and I’m not quite sure we ever had rain on a Friday in West Texas. I miss my high school years…some parts, anyway. I’ve been talking to an old friend and it brings back good memories. Some bad ones, of course, but mostly good. Sometimes, I miss those days.
Another long, deep talk with the Boy. Surprisingly, despite being upset with me, he unpacked the groceries without me asking. This is a sign of maturation. Mags was soon “delivered” then I drove to the store, thinking it would be the perfect celebratory night for cranberry crunch. In the grocery store I noticed a tall, long-haired brunette, so I snuck up behind her and whispered, “Can I kiss your neck?” Tiffany was (obviously) startled, then we giggled, hugged and failed another high-five (always). Good times giggling though the aisles. We need to spend more time together. I also ran into someone else I know, someone who has been promoted yet recently received word that a major funder (as in 2.2 million dollars) was being cut and this person is quite distraught; clients, employees, programs. The picture isn’t pretty. I thought of earlier that morning and was suddenly very grateful not to be “on top,” only having my individual caseload to fret about. At home, I received notice in the mail for a Bessel van der Kolk workshop in SF the Monday/Tueday after my CRB shows. I’ve emailed the clinical director. I’d pay for it myself – that’s how badly I want to go. It’s on trauma, which is what I’d like to specialize in.
Once home, I whipped up the CC, we ate dinner and then played cards. Tomorrow we leave on our surprise and the kids are dying to know where I am taking them. They are convinced it’s Yosemite, but my only hints are it’s in California and it’ll take between 45 minutes to 4 hours to get there. I’m excited for our getaway – short but needed.
Pictures: My sammich from Carrie; Ethan’s fire burned so hot that the water from the Japanese kettle often boiled over; Plus, a little video treat from me to you (kudos to Mags and Mr. T).
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