Seen and overheard

My friend and I got together for our regular Starbucks session this week and chatted til the store closed, as usual. She told me about her hilarious, and recent trip to the gyno for a check up, and its just too good not to post (I asked permission). With feet in stirrups, legs akimbo, dressed in the ever so stylish and drafty paper gown number, my friend heard the following words from her gynecologist: "Wow, its really a mess in here!"

Words you never want to hear. From anyone. But no, the humiliation didn't stop there. The next words out the doc's mouth were: "It's like a earthquake hit or something!" At this point, my friend is about to pass out from mortification, when she hears the doc rattling around in the drawer that pulls out from the examining table. She couldn't find her speculum, or something, and had been referring to the organizational state of the office. Not my friend's hoo-hoo.

So I've been doing my best to keep organized and focused as my days in Waco draw to a close. My play therapy client is on the right track towards termination now, having met his new therapist at long last. He seemed quite accepting of her, and I think its going to work out. Plans for his final party, and goodbye gift are in the works. I have changed my address everywhere I can think of, and have been steadily become more organized as to what is coming in the car to VA with me. And, I cleaned out my office in the lab, so the movers can pack and transport the FULL extent of my library. But keeping track of all the logistics have started to cloud my brain a little, I have to admit.

This evening I made a list of the things I need to do in the next three days. I started by taking out bags of trash to the car, put them on the roof for quick transport to the garbage dumpster. Then, I went to Walmart. With the bags of trash still on the roof of my car. I only realized this when I emerged from Walmart with lots of soda (for myself and the packers/movers for the next two days) after FIRST noticing my shitty parking job/the fact that the nose of my car was practically in the CENTER of the actual lane. I was laughing to myself about what an idiot I was then I saw the BAGS WERE ON TOP OF MY CAR. I had managed to have short term memory failure during the 10 seconds it takes to get in the car and start it up after placing said bags on the roof. So I drove my ass home, and almost drove back to my parking spot, bypassing the dumpster a second time. But, my memory prevailed, after a reprimanding, outloud "Motherfucker, not again!" from myself, to myself.

Tomorrow morning the packers arrive between 8 and 10 AM!