Couch 106 - the couch that must not be named

Rough day at work today. They cancelled overtime, which I am glad for. I am now halfway through my first glass of wine, a lovely Gewurztraminer. I like this even more than I ever liked Moscato. It is soothing my somewhat frazzled nerves. I am so so glad that I don't have t today, it would have just been too much on top of my work day. I did email her though, to remind her we have a session scheduled for Saturday, because of her comment "I hope I don't forget" when we scheduled it last week.

I don't even care anymore, why she's no longer available on my normal day/time. I am going to ask her Saturday if it is time for me to tear myself away from her.

It snowed a lot today up on the top of the mountains, the snow looks so pretty. Up there. Where I don't have to drive in it.

(((Breadfish)))
Hang in there girl

I see I'm going to have to add "has excessive beanbag furniture in her office" to my list of dusqualifying criteria for therapists.

Not like one beanbag for a kid to sit on. Like the therapist's chair with three beanbags arranged around it, and no real furniture in sight.

perhaps the beanbags are temporary? when my t first moved back to town, at my first appt we sat in lawn chairs with no other furniture...

so the therapist had a real chair but only bean bags for clients? Or bean bags for all even therapist? Either would be appalling -but if the therapist got a chair - then therapist is an asshole along with appalling taste in almost furniture.

Much as I tend to go for alternate seating arrangements, I would be right pissed off if I was forced into one. I'll sit on a beanbag/the floor/upside down on the couch only if I want to, thank you very much.
Kinda reminds me of an eval I had a few years back when the T was behind a desk typing while I spoke and I was seated on a couch so low it might as well have been on the floor. It was like the T was sitting on high like a judge. Horrible it was.

that would be horrible JS. I like that with my t, we sit at the same level. her chair is not above the couch. and when i sat on the floor, she did too. i want to sit on the floor saturday. of co urse i want ot do a sand tray one of these days again and for that i won't be sittting i stand to do those i hope she won't mind that i want to talk while i'm doing the sand tray used to be in the old days before she moved i would like mumble to myself while doin sand trays but this time i want to talk to her while i'm creating.

oh my. methinks the wine is going right to me head.

Well.

Now I kinda wish my T had a beanbag chair for me to sit on

The beanbags appeared to have been chosen to match the color scheme of the office.

And yes, the therapist had a chair. It made me think of worshippers around a statue.

She is the friend of a friend - I only saw the office because my friend wanted to drop something off on our way to lunch. I did not take to her in our brief two-minute acquaintance.

I think I would like beanbag chairs in t's office - but only if she sat in one too. I used to have one when I was a kid. I loved it. As much as I am glad I didn't have t today, I am looking forward to seeing her Saturday. I am feeling all schmaltzy about her at the moment, dang blast it.

There's a store in my local mall that sells very expensive bean bags in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

She must have shopped there to coordinate decor!

Kinda sad today. The wendy is having some health problems. We bathed here tonight and got a cone, so she won't lick her wounds anymore. I think she might be allergic to something in the house.

Here's a pic of the wendy.

As someone with significant back issues, I would walk in and right back out of a T's office if he (or she, except I only see male Ts) had beanbag chairs. Eek.

As screwed up as my parents were, I have to admit they let me have a flipping awesome room when I was a teenager. When my dad wasn't crashing into it and breaking things anyway. I had orange beads hanging across the doorway, orange and yellow shag carpeting, a bright yellow beanbag chair, this little yellow plastic table (all taped together how many times he kicked it over and broke it) iwth y radio on it and i had a built-0in bed that had yellow curtins across it that i could close anda little gold-colored lamp inside, and i closed the curtains and hisd in there i loved yroom. I miss my beads!!!!

Change the color scheme to blues and grays and I would love that room for myself.

I had a canopy bed, until my mother's cat jumped onto the canopy and discovered it was not as solid as it looked.

ha. my husband doubts my abilityto crochetwheni am drinking wine. i will prove him incrreoct. i can't spellortype buti can crochet dagnabit .

Were you trying to type while crocheting?

Erm, Art...

tee hee no, although i see why yous asked that. i typed that and then made the thing to hold his glasses aroudn his neck that he wanted. successfully. of course. i told him it's okay i don't kneed to see to crochet ha ha

what? haha i know i know i already put it away and i'm going to bed. g'night couch.

It's been a while since my anxiety was so high. :-/ Opted for a xanax. I knew my physical responses were too far gone for me to deep breathe it back (also toddlers make mindfulness difficult, just sayin').

Waiting for the hubs so we can veg in front of the boob tube.

I was never a big bead kind of person. I had a friend who had beads as a door to her room and I was always afraid of getting tangled up in them.

I am not big on fringe either.

I would not like the beads as an actual door - not private enough, though they do have the advantage that you can always hear someone coming in, which is important to me.

But as just a hanging they can be quite pretty.

My friend who had the heart transplant is going home tomorrow. Just amazes me. He's doing very well.

My son heads to the great town of Abilene tomorrow for auditions for Area choir on Saturday. No telling if he'll actually even get to audition or not though. He's an alternate, and alternates only audition if one of the people above them do not audition for some reason, so the chances or slim. (Kind of like 1st runner up in a beauty pageant, or, as he would say, one of Dante's circles of hell). It would be nice if the stars align right and he gets the opportunity, but he's actually okay with it either way. His directors and private lesson instructor are hoping he gets the chance because they think he'd make it to state given the opportunity. He's a junior though, so next year he has another chance to go through this whole process again.