3 incredible things happened this morning:
1). 
I played REO Speedwagon and absolutely loved it. I had “I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore” running through my head today for some odd reason, so I gave in. 2)A dress my ex-mil handed down looked terrific on me, so now I have a dress for Saturday night (if I decide to wear a dress). and 3) Ethan had his first cup of coffee this morning to help combat his tired days, despite getting enough sleep. These were enough to get me on a terrific path, along with a little NWA (selected by Maggie) and explaining – quickly, yet succinctly to the kids after songs “Straight Outta Compton” and “Fuck tha police” about A) not just having sex with anyone (“go up in it” as discussed in the first song) and B) about white privilege and how minorities fight many battles the kids will never have to fight simply because of the color of their skin and to always remember that.
As I was almost to work, Ethan called to let me know he had forgotten his permission slips. Usually I would not rescue him, but last night Ethan opened up and shared something extremely important with me about someone he is friends with. It wasn’t just pointless info, either. This was talk-to-the-clinical-director-about-serious- 
life-changing kinda stuff and I am so damn fortunate that the Boy knew it was important enough to share with me. So I got his slips, dropped them off and headed to work…
Where I talked with my new friend who is, ironically, straight outta Compton. Well, many years ago – but you get the point. There is another new friend there, also and he eventually showed up, too. He is the one who has been to Hipnic and even played in the jam with Tim years ago as Hipnic closed. Naturally, that was the year I left early. Things are beginning to “click” at work. I catch myself saying things that grown-ups say and I always stand back and listen to myself with a bit amazement. I may actually get this shit one day.
I w
alked into my office and saw a stack of black & white color-me-in rooster copies on my laptop. “Is someone trying to send my a subtle message?” I asked aloud, yet none of the therapists knew what I was talking about. I thought it was pretty damn funny: celibate for years and suddenly I have a stack of cocks on my desk. Little prayers.
After a long day, I headed home with the beginnings of a chest cold stretching from my lungs into my throat. I have a boy who graduates from his school – the school he has attended for 9 years tomorrow night. Never again will he be in a learning facility for so long (touch wood) (oh there it is, another penis joke) (that’s how my mom says “knock on wood” the Swiss way, so I have adopted it), so I can’t be sick.
Pictures: There he is! I wondered why the EVOO was pouring so slowly; When you are texting your daughter whilst writing a Prog note; Roosters <wink>
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