Couch 174: Good Lord, Those People

And now, for reasons I cannot fully explain, the dogs have gotten me to peel apples for them. They do not like the peels so I go and peel an entire apple, cut it into little pieces, and hand fed it to them.
I think I have a problem.

If I wanted to forget Madame T, I would have to stop coming to PC.
Which I choose not to do.

It's 107 degrees f right now as I'm leaving work.... a little warmish lol

Twelve little girls in two straight lines?

Yikes! Stay cool! It was a scorcher here, too, but nowhere near that hot! We were in high nineties...
*Sending virtual water bottles & cool towelettes to whoever'd like them*

My T's going for vacation abroad in about 2 weeks time, I'm anxious too. Don't know where she's going and I, too, worry about planea falling out of the sky and have other fears that she won't return. ((BCM))

If it can fit in a file, it will likely be put in one, so keep that in mind. Definitely don't put your name on it if you want it displayed. This is my opinion based on my years working in a mental health clinic. It was always rather depressing reviewing client charts and seeing art they made for Ts.

I think you have to have a genetic predisposition.

The only emotion a stone brings up in me is that when I come across the amethyst heart No. 3 gave me, I want to smash it into pieces. (I tried once. It wouldn’t break. Info told me that was a Sign. )

Do people give them such objects to the therapist or do you think they buy them for themselves?

In my opinion, a good husband would be unlikely to go around proclaiming he is a good husband. Same for wives. Good spouses should have a healthy doubt, or at least be modest.

Why was that depressing?

Cast it into the Cracks of Doom! Only there can it be unmade.

PS: I think the Cracks of Doom would be really therapeutic if we could go there. Imagine the baggage we could unload!

Artie got a new stone, and has now already LOST said stone. It's quite a mystery, folks. I was holding it as I was driving home, and stopped to get gas, and cannot for the life of me remember what I did with it when I stopped! It is not in my purse, or in my car I have searched. I must have like a dummy set it on the top of my car or something, but I can't figure why I would have done so. I don't usually set things up there. Well, it was nice while I had it for about 24 hours.... lol

I have yet to meet or hear about anyone for whom it has worked this way, or worked at all. What I have known are people who've benefited from the insight and the resulting balance of power (from within, not without).

Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!

((Artie))

Good point! I mean, I tend to say I'm an awful wife, though I'm probably closer to mediocre. And I've been told the best parents are the ones who have doubts about how they're doing. T can be a bit on the arrogant side though, so maybe I expected him to say something in his defense!

I would guess because it implies the T just shoved it in a folder rather than keeping it out, looking at it, displaying it?

Thanks.

Welp, just like I thought when somebody stole my beautiful rose quartz at work, somebody else needs it more than I do....

...of course that didn't stop me from ordering another one immediately. Along with a backup just in case I lose the 2nd one too.

I doubt the clients envisioned their handiwork ending up in their chart. I don't know what they thought happened to it, but I'd be willing to bet that wasn't it.

One of the first times I allowed myself to actually TELL t I was upset with her and why was after she moved back here and I started seeing her in person again, the little crocheted bowl I had made and given her when she moved away showed up on one of the sand play shelves. I was really upset about it because I had made it for her, not for other clients to use and possibly destroy! It's delicate!! But I was also at war with myself for being upset about it, because I gave it to her, meaning it was hers to do with as she saw fit, I had no control over what she did with it and I knew that. We had a good talk about it as I recall and she took it off the shelf immediately, said it only ended up there because she was still unpacking everything and it had been on her desk or something and just got put in a box with the sand play stuff. I don't recall. But thankfully I haven't seen it again lol

Oh! I see.

It's 111 degrees now

Still haven't decided about the art. He's displayed other things i gave him
One has been up for a year now. I just have never done art. Seems silly from me. I'll see how things feel tomorrow

If its any consolation, i think i lost my bowling ball in one of my last moves. It was always waaaay too heavy for me anyway. The early mr luna insisted on my getting something too heavy, like i was gonna grow into it. Sheesh i was already 25. I bowled better when i used a filthy baby ball from the racks. My shoes were too small too, but they were cute, so im not complaining about those!

Eta - thats how we defined "good wife" in the 70's among the southern smokers.