"Yes."
"Make another pot, okay?" Then I asked her what the hell she was doing up, but didn't say, "And walking into my place as if..."
She made moaning noises as she drank that cup of coffee. I thought that was rude. Keep it down with your pleasure over my first cup of coffee.
All of this human interaction got me up and ready to head out into the small portion of the Salt Lake Valley I think of as my neighborhood. From here to The Masters Program at Valley Mental Health, and back with several stops along the way. (There will be photos at a future undisclosed date.)
This is me on the way out the door.
This is me when I got home.
Details later.
22 comments:
First let me say that it is LOVELY to see you. You are as gorgeous as I imagined. And, secondly, I know how therapy can take it out of you. I really do. I have had some before and afters that I wouldn't dare show on my blog.
I am sorry if it was a hard session. I am sending love, hugs and warm thoughts.
xoxo
Actually the therapy was luxuriosly long and fruitful. But I try to do EVERYTHING at once when I have to go out because I hate to go out. Details tomorrow. Now it's Rachel for the second time and I hope, early to sleep.
I think we're both doing really well in the therapy department. I love your Igor posts.
Yes, I agree with la Belette that it is LOVELY to see you. I assume from the little bit of the bottom picture you were exhausted and debilitated after your session. You should see how bad I can look some days and that's with a little makeup on. I've scared myself more than once by seeing my own reflection unexpectedly in a department store. I hate mirrored escalators these days. The first picture, though, is beautiful. You are beautiful.
The Tibetans have Dakini's who are the embodiment of the ultimate feminine and one of their most powerful aspects is the crone. Women are never more powerful than when we embrace the full meaning of our age. It's good to see you embracing yours and I am inspired.
you look like someone I should know
Susan, thanks for the encouragement and solidarity.
YDG, I am someone you know.
Coffee theft is grounds for the death penalty, according to Germaine Gregarious.
let me guess ... it was 95-fackin-degrees up there today just like down here and it wore you out just thinking about the long hot dry summer ahead ...
fresh & lovely on the way out the door, though!
Dr. Z I agree!
DK, it was 80 and partly cloudy with a stiff breeze. So I can't blame the weather. I think of this as Santa Barbara weather. Only not today for Santa Barbara sadly. No, I'm just an amateur at going out in public and getting it all done in one day with a therapy marathon as the capper. I ended up a limp rag.
And here I thought you were jumped in the parking lot and somebody stole your car AND your coffee
Gawddamn!! If you have depression and whatever else, you should be the poster child.... I didn't know that what the disease looks like. I want to be diagnosed with it (since I struggle so mightly with "moods" anyway!) if I can look like you. Damn, woman!
WOW! Don't get to see the people where we read their blogs very often. I mean up close with a straight on head shot. Most avatars are pictures of cats or paintings by some ancient dead impressionist.
Therapy.. the real therapy is not what is said in the back and forth with the therapist, but rather that you went there and came back in one piece. You lived through it, lived to talk about it. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's fast and easy.
The coffee.. I need to get some pictures and tell you about my brew bar someday.
In that latter picture, it appears that some varlet has absconded with your ponytail collection while you were otherwise occupied - Bring that blackguard to justice!
And should they be a coffee thief also...the bastinado awaits their tender soles.
;>)
I had no doubts what a lovely lady you are. I'm glad the day turned out well albeit tiring. Baby steps dear. You are doing wonderful.
I think you should look into getting a caffeine IV.
Fabulous...
hey, cool. you look good!
My, God, you are beautiful!
You are all so kind, except for that snarky bastard Randal.
One of my tenants had car problems today and I've been helping her find a place to work on her Morris Mini Cooper. What a sweet ride she has. But this morning it would not start, not even with my jumper cables and Ms M's pick-up engine. So I gave her a ride to my mechanic. Busy day on the compound.
You look great!!
It's fascinating to finally receive a picture to go along with the words.
E., Kevin, nice of you to say. Odd that I barely recognize myself. I ought to stop avoiding my mothers face in the mirror since she seems to live so fiercely within me. More on that later--all part of therapy and I think fit for a mother's day post.
I wonder if you know just how beautiful you are. I realize the 2nd picture is the after who knows what because I'm not to that post yet, but the top picture is striking.
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