Tag: Frank Hannon

Wednesdays are tough days for me because they drain me emotionally.  I am not exaggerating in the least when I think about the physiological change my body and mind endures during and after sessions.  “There but for the grace of God, go I”.  Preach, John Bradford.

Somewhere around mid-day I had to fetch a son.  My son.  He has texted at 1o:30 last night asking if he could come over here because it was quiet, he had hot tea made for him (I make us lemon/honey tea), and some such-forth. Well, of course!   I picked up The Boy, dropped of The Boy (and made myself some strong coffee which did nothing to help me) before returning to work.

The second half of the tough day.  I am so fucking grateful for the life I lived and the life my kids have lived.  I knew I was loved – my kids know they are loved, yet we are not all so fortunate.  It was while I was gathering info on kids I’ll meet tomorrow for the first time that I received a text from The Boy:  “I’m sorry for doing this to you but I’m feeling much better and would like to go back to daddy’s.”:  Awwww, boyyyy.  It’s ok –I’ll have them for a while, plus I’ll be out all day tomorrow with a lot of clients, so I told him I’d pick him up shortly.

I picked up Ethan and we headed to eat dinner.  As we headed to his dad’s, I asked again  – as I have for years –  about Frank Hannon’s house.  “Well, turn around” he said.  And I FINALLY SAW IT!  Well, the fence, I think.  I have twice taught my kids how to secretly-yet-effectively stalk famous musicians when we saw Frank in the Safeway and tonight my son showed me his home (fence).  The circle is complete.

Ever-so-exhausted, I managed not to fall asleep as I dropped Ethan off at his dad’s and headed home.  One.More.Thing: finish up the treatment plans for tomorrow’s early meeting and for this, I called the Mighty Susan.  It is getting easier – it isn’t such a mad mixture of flotsam and jetsam anymore – now I hear the newer people struggling as I did (and still often do, but I almost know which way is up, so it is a bit easier).  Within a short 45 minute span, I was finished and sat down to my new show.  I really want a MouseRat Tshirt.  Annie was outside barking her head off at deer.  It was dark, so I went outside on the deck, naked as a jaybird, to call her up.  She didn’t listen (I think I named her the wrong name) so I had to go put on a robe and shoes to go get her.  Clothes are so stupid.

 

Pictures: Breakfast; Soooooooon!; An undisclosed fence in an undisclosed area of an undisclosed famous musician who may have been mentioned earlier.  Maybe.