I got up a bit early, had some breakfast, and sat down to watch some Northern Exposure. I was into the fifth season and watched one of my favorite episodes, "Shofar, So Good," a Jewish version of Dickens's A Christmas Carol centered around Yom Kippur. It's an amazing episode, one that leaves me in tears every time. (And it was especially timely, since Yom Kippur began at sunset today.)
Dave was home from work, so he went along with me to my therapist appointment at noon. He didn't go in, but he sat out and read a book and had a snack while I went in. We planned to run errands and have lunch after, so it was easier that way.
I won't be going back to this therapist. I got the feeling last time that it was not going to work out, but I decided to give it one more session just to see if I was misreading the situation. I wasn't. I was ready to walk out about fifteen minutes into this session, but I stayed for the full 50 minutes. It's frustrating; there are so many shitty therapists out there.
After therapy, I talked to Dave about the whole thing and he said, "It sounds like she wasn't listening to you," which was absolutely accurate. You'd think a therapist would have decent listening skills, wouldn't you? But I've run into several who are only interested in either delivering a lecture about psychology or talking about their own problems while on my dime, that I've been thoroughly disabused of that belief.
Anyway, that's done with.
We had planned to stop by a copy place, so we went by a FedEx office that has copy machines. I saw a transfer technique using copies made with toner-based copies and a xylene-based blending marker. I ordered a marker last week but I had yet to make any photocopies. I took along a book of mid-18th century fashions, one of Posada drawings, and a couple of others and Dave and I spent around $6 making copies. (They're twelve cents a copy now, up from ten cents a decade ago.)
We had lunch after that, stopping by China Express to have my favorite spicy broccoli along with an order of vegetables and tofu. We scarfed that down with scads of white rice, of course, because life without refined carbs is hardly worth living.
Then we went by the studio for a little bit. Dave had to finish up the vases he threw yesterday and I spent a little time sanding the small catch-all dishes and then making a few more. I like using up scraps of clay that way.
After that, we came home and lazed around. Dave is playing his clarinet and I'm watching--yes--the last season of Northern Exposure.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Re: therapists - you are so right! I thought I was just being big-headed but I thought the same thing (esp the talking out their own problems). The last one I went to was describing to me her 'a ha' moment regarding her relationship with her mom I think, and I was like 1) this is weird and 2) she's still fucked up re: her mom because that 'a ha' moment is twisted
PS: I love/d Northern Exposure too. Need to find it (or did I already post to you about that? I have been really sick for about five days - my recent blog post was a smoke screen, just to put something up so followers didn't think I fell off the face of the earth, though I felt like it)
I've had two therapists in a row who seemed to think it was fine to spend my $85-$100 hour talking about themselves. Seriously? If I went to, say, a doctor who spent time during *my* office visit talking about his or her health problems, I'd be pissed. The more I think about this subject, the more pissed off I get at the ineptitude. GRRR!
I'm sorry to hear you've been sick. Man, that sucks. I hope you get to feeling better. My great aunt's cure-all was always a searingly hot bath and a good bit of rum, then straight to bed. I pass this advice on purely in the interest of science, you understand!
Post a Comment