The day was filled with such promise – until I refused The Boy’s request of dropping him and The Girl at the lower campus so his friends wouldn’t see him get out of the bus. I felt bad when I saw all of the kids – many of them his friends- stop what they were doing and watched me pull in. He muttered things under his breath, got out, slammed the door and moved away as quickly as possible. I felt kinda bad. Then I turned up the radio and cruised off.
I dropped the bus off to get her parts put in (mirrors, Hella lights, antenna) and have an oil change done (synthetic oil) and was driven to work by the owner. I noticed an old friend in front of work, demonstrating gold panning. This man has competed and won international gold panning championships and how neat it was to go over and give him a hug.
By this time, 2 very odd things had already taken place – and there I was, talking to Susan and I happened to say the word “Hipnic”. My colleague, who just started there last week (a fellow Texan) turned his chair after a moment and said, “did you say…Hipnic?” “Oh, yeah, I am all about Hipnic,” I said. “It’s my Christmas.” And naturally, on a day like today, my colleague shared that he had been to Hipnic – twice. He was at Hipnics 5 & 7 and shared exactly where he stayed – “Ahhh – you camped in the 60s”, I said, referring to camp site numbers. And from this sprang an entire series of other conversations. What a .trip
My client no-showed, I wrote treatment plans. My client showed. I wrote assessments. My client showed. I hauled ass to get to the shop to get my Lizzie before they closed. I can write prog notes tomorrow or from home. Oh, my god. I am falling in love with my Lizzie. She is so beautiful and I am breathless when I get to drive her. Drew suggested I go to Bug-o-rama – the annual VW show in Sacramento on Memorial Day weekend – Sunday. I think I will do so.
Got home, cooked dinner, then told my kids I was taking them on a tour. Maggie giggled when she saw my face, because she knew, and they followed me – down into the garage, where I took them on a tour around Lizzie. New Hella tail lights, new mirrors, new antenna, new headlights. Look how Lizzie glows! I decided now was as good a time as any to head down to Target to get new refills for our Soda Stream and thus, we headed down the hill, John Denver’s sweet voice guiding me gently to the 70s. With my kids sitting in my bus, hearing these lyrics, my circle is complete.
Pictures: Today’s sky; Touring with Lizzie and John Denver.
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