Settling

It was Therapy Tuesday and I walked out wondering if I'm going to need to find another therapist. It's not that she's a bad therapist, but more and more I'm coming to realize that she's not a particularly good therapist either. One of the most annoying things is that about 1/3 to 1/2 of our time is not spent delving into why I'm in therapy, but rather is spent in small talk about gardening and her chickens and real estate and such. And it's too much of a conversation where she feels like she has to talk about her life. And that would be fine if therapy were free, but I'm not paying $100 an hour to make small talk with a therapist.  So that would be the main reason for my jumping ship.

I'm guessing I should just go with my gut on this one and bail, but we'll see.

So that's what came out of therapy today.

After therapy, I felt like having a burger, so I went to Blake's Lotaburger and ordered a double-meat itsa combo with cheese and green chile. I had seasoned fries with it and a medium Arnold Palmer. The place was packed, which you can't tell from this photo.

I brought my food home and ate while sitting in front of the computer. Then I tried to get a nap in. (I'm still not sleeping very well.) Napping didn't work for caffeine reasons, so I got up and wandered around and journaled a bit and listened to some Mozart. Then I lay down again and finally fell asleep listening to an endless run of crafting videos on youtube.

I had set my alarm for 5:15 but woke up around 4:45. I looked at my clock and then lay my head back down and fell asleep listening to a pickle-making video on youtube.  The alarm woke me up at 5:15.

I did a few chores and ran to the co-op to pick up something for dinner. I ended up buying half a rotisserie chicken and some vanilla ice cream, cookies, eggs, cream for my coffee, and bananas.

I must be PMSing because while I was in the co-op, I found myself wanting to punt two whiny, ill-behaved boys and their ridiculous mother. On the other hand, I wanted to congratulate a father who stopped his tiny son from yelling and running around by giving him a little talk about how now that he was a big boy, he couldn't act that way in public. Maybe he could teach that mother and her two boys a lesson.

While I was there I ran into Lisa, a cashier who I know vaguely socially. She used to be engaged to another friend of mine, but that's all over now and he's moved on. When that happened, she had moved away for awhile, but now she's back. We chatted while she rang me up, but of course I didn't bring up her kaput engagement.

At home, I had dinner and ate way too much ice cream. (I need to cut back on my sugar and my salt intake.) I watched a fabulous youtube video featuring Lea DeLaria. I adore her. (She was talking about going through menopause and how no one tells you anything about it. One of the things she mentioned was the memory loss that happens. You get it back, she says. But it made me think that I must be at least perimenopausal because I have been dealing with that kind of thing for awhile now.) I really admire her and love her work on Orange is the New Black.

It's almost 8:00 p.m. now and I'm pretty much settled in for the night.