It’s wearying when you provide the topic for your next therapy session by somthing you do in your current session.
After agreeing to it last week, I somehow managed to forget that my appointment was now going to be an hour earlier. So I showed up at the regular time only to be met by my therapist who seemed slightly peeved and who of course had someone else arriving in scant minutes. SO no appt. this week and next week we’ll probably be discussing the implications of my “memory lapse”. Luckily I received a wonderful talking to from my friend Jeff last night.
Other points of interest?
The house is a mess again.
I have essay to write.
I’m drawing a little bit.
I bought a little painting of Fred Flintstone going bowling from a guy on the street. It was a day of groovy artists selling stuff on the street; one guy had delecate prints made from his pinhole cameras, one had a weird painting of popeye as a rasta and then there was the fred guy who had dozens of tiny freaky canvases with things like Bush in drag, straihgt couples combining into surreal blobs and the one I bought. In it Fred looks slighty guilty and has his waterbuffalo lodge hat on.
(reality here…I’m forcing myself to post because I changed to a page view that includes my calendar and it freaks me out to see all the empty date boxes I’ve been leaving recently)