It was a rough night of sleep: late last night I received a text regarding another one of my clients. Two clients in the ER within a 12 hours. Fortunately, after arrivin
g at work, I learned both are OK.
I drove Lizzie again today, my smog appointment awaited us. Well, her. I quit smoking March 15, 1997, so my smog level is good. Juvie, clinic, other clinic. Work is so frantic this week, as I’m having to complete things in time for next week.
Driving…. I suddenly remembered shadows on the hot West Texas roads, driving through the shadows cast by the occasional clouds, a brief moment of respite from the sun. I longed for those cloud shadows, because that fiery sun was always out, burning holes in the asphalt. Shadows represented being safe – at “base.” That’s why I love cloudy, rainy days.
I waited 
for Lizzie to get smogged and as I did so, I met a couple. Michael and Kevin, from San Francisco. They live here now. Kevin loves it, but Michael is still experiencing culture shock. I get that. It was such a perfect meeting one of those times when you meet people whom you know you connect with. Then, Lizzie passed!!
A 2 1/2 hour crisis session. It’s tough sometimes, often. There are no magic 
words. I don’t have an answer. I think the one thing I have is my own experience. I bare my own scars, which I freely show them, if appropriate. My story is different, I know, but it was not easier. I am here for them, to listen, to support, to help them. Then I go home and eat cookie dough Mags just made, because fuck small boobs. Who cares….
Pictures: I saw this bumper sticker in a parking lot while I was getting VW keys copied and met a lady who loved Bob – drove her VW across the US on her own. Rad; Smogged; Cookie dough and Quan Yin.
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