While browsing Target’s board games for a 5-year-old’s birthday, I saw Doo Doo Kangaroo, took a picture of it, and sent it to a friend. She later text me with this video of the game, and this: “If I’m getting the concept right, the game is you force-feed doughnuts to a kangaroo sitting on a toilet until he gets explosive doughnut diarrhea, and then you collect the diarrhea’d doughnuts.” To which I replied, “I cannot believe this is not straight out of the movie ‘Idiocracy’.”
We decided to go with Trouble and Sonic the Hedgehog toy instead.
“What was the hardest adjustment when we first started living together?” I asked Dave tonight over a bowl of homemade mac and cheese. I caught him in a half-grin, which shifted to a serious face and then back to a grin again. “What was that?!” I asked, knowing it had to be good. “I have something, I’m just trying to see if there’s something better.” “What is it?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t my nose-picking. “You leave things open.”
I do feel bad about the pepperoncini juices all over the refrigerator drawer that he had to clean up a couple of weeks back. But why in the heck would you ever pick something up by its lid anyway?
I’m the weakest link in the marriage. Just to get to the bed, I had to step over a pair of jeans turned inside out and my green blouse with white flowers. Dave tries; he vacuums and tidies up my chaos, only for it to end up right where it was.
I started transitioning to an all-virtual counseling practice this week by starting to have conversations with my in-person clients. One person said they were disappointed and felt like it was a step back for them, as opening up has been really hard. Thankfully, we have time, three to four more months until this change will happen.
Early on in my internship, I learned the hard way. First off, I didn’t have proper supervision on ending the counseling relationship, so with only a week or two before my internship ended, I notified my clients. One woman had really bonded with me, sharing the depth of her pain over the loss of her young son to brain cancer. I still can see her standing in the parking lot with a tear-streaked face, saying, “You can’t do this.”
So now we talk and talk and talk about the ending, their needs, and mine. We reflect and feel all the grief and happiness and all the stuff. I refuse to be another person that fails them. In this part anyway.
In one more week, Oppenheimer is released on Peacock, and the anticipation of watching what I’ve heard is an excellent movie is fun to experience. Nowadays, movies are so on-demand; I rarely have to wait. I’m glad we didn’t opt to pay to watch because now I have something to look forward to.
Well, that about does it for me. I should read a bit of Great Expectations.
Going On 40 