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New Ways
Had the first of two intake interviews today, wherein I sketched in the bold outline of my complaints and tried to speak of stuff I never talk about. By the end I was trembling so bad that you could have hooked me up to a generator to put all that energy to use.
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ds_undercover. It does seem a pity if it doesn't fly, but I've got only 406 words down and there's not a hint of duress yet. I'll give it another page and see if it takes off any more.
There's been quite a lot of nature-sighting on my part. Yesterday morning I saw the rooster down the street -- there's a feral little bantam rooster who hangs out in the backyard of one of the houses there. According to the owner, he just showed up one day (they border on the railroad cut, which is a highway for a lot of random wildlife, so quite possible). He's half the size of a normal chicken, with a plumey tail, and shiny black, enough that if he holds still from a distance he looks like a little statue.
Then, on my way to the T Station there was a white squirrel playing with a bunch of regular squirrels. I didn't get close enough to see if it was an albino. This is the third white squirrel -- in widely separated locations if you're a small tree-dwelling rodent -- that I've seen in Somerville, so I'm thinking it's something in the local gene pool.
The day was pretty normal, aside from that, until it came time to go home -- I was walking out to Arlington station when there was some squawking and a big-ass hawk landed on a ledge on the Shreve Crump & Low building to hide out while a many-times smaller bird dive-bombed it, squawking indignantly -- it was maybe 20 feet up, so I had a good look at it, before it flew off in the direction of the Public Garden. I noticed at this point that it was missing a couple of tailfeathers -- evidently the little bird had been harassing him very thoroughly.
I'm two days into a 'new' commute. The Green Line is being rebuilt from Haymarket to Lechmere, so my habit of going home via Lechmere and the 80 or 88 bus is going to be suspended for about a year. :-( In the morning, I walk to the T Station in Davis, so I vary my daily trips -- but now I'll be walking back that way as well. At least this is starting out in the summer, when the evenings are long and it has cooled off, and I'll be able to work my way up to walking in the cold and dark of the winter.
I need the exercise anyway. I just hate having my routine disturbed, particularly when I've got it down to a pleasant science.
(Here I am, trying to get into therapy to change a lot of things about my life, and I'm complaining because my commute is changing. Irony much?)
Hmmm... story now up to 608 words. I may make it yet.
I don't know if I'm going to get my story done for
ds_undercover. It does seem a pity if it doesn't fly, but I've got only 406 words down and there's not a hint of duress yet. I'll give it another page and see if it takes off any more.There's been quite a lot of nature-sighting on my part. Yesterday morning I saw the rooster down the street -- there's a feral little bantam rooster who hangs out in the backyard of one of the houses there. According to the owner, he just showed up one day (they border on the railroad cut, which is a highway for a lot of random wildlife, so quite possible). He's half the size of a normal chicken, with a plumey tail, and shiny black, enough that if he holds still from a distance he looks like a little statue.
Then, on my way to the T Station there was a white squirrel playing with a bunch of regular squirrels. I didn't get close enough to see if it was an albino. This is the third white squirrel -- in widely separated locations if you're a small tree-dwelling rodent -- that I've seen in Somerville, so I'm thinking it's something in the local gene pool.
The day was pretty normal, aside from that, until it came time to go home -- I was walking out to Arlington station when there was some squawking and a big-ass hawk landed on a ledge on the Shreve Crump & Low building to hide out while a many-times smaller bird dive-bombed it, squawking indignantly -- it was maybe 20 feet up, so I had a good look at it, before it flew off in the direction of the Public Garden. I noticed at this point that it was missing a couple of tailfeathers -- evidently the little bird had been harassing him very thoroughly.
I'm two days into a 'new' commute. The Green Line is being rebuilt from Haymarket to Lechmere, so my habit of going home via Lechmere and the 80 or 88 bus is going to be suspended for about a year. :-( In the morning, I walk to the T Station in Davis, so I vary my daily trips -- but now I'll be walking back that way as well. At least this is starting out in the summer, when the evenings are long and it has cooled off, and I'll be able to work my way up to walking in the cold and dark of the winter.
I need the exercise anyway. I just hate having my routine disturbed, particularly when I've got it down to a pleasant science.
(Here I am, trying to get into therapy to change a lot of things about my life, and I'm complaining because my commute is changing. Irony much?)
Hmmm... story now up to 608 words. I may make it yet.
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...Right?
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*hugs*
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So sorry. You're taking a huge step and that's very brave of you.
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2. Power to the therapeutized! Last time I tried shrinkage, I realized I can't have a shrink I need to drive to, because the upshot of driving to therapy was driving home by getting on the highway going the wrong direction and other distress-a-thon effects.
3. There must be a bus from Davis. Surely there's a bus? I'll ask my flatmate, who knows all buses. That walk home come winter will be the No Fun Olympics.
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1) That's Hugh Dillon. Who not only likes carrots, but is evidently nasty to his poor
boyfriend Callum. Poor man, make one homo-emotionally-charged film with another actor and you're marked for life.It may eventually be replaced by another Hugh icon... I'm like that.
2) In fact, the therapist asked rather worriedly if I was driving, but I wasn't (what and lose my parking space in front of my house -- not to mention that I came over straight from work!)
3) Oh, yes, there's a bus -- in fact there are busES. But once I'm in Davis it makes good sense to walk the rest of the way, not to mention saving $0.90....
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There's a herd of white deer in Pt. Reyes, a genetic kink. They hang out in a particular meadow on the Bear Valley Trail that's a half way point, with restrooms, log benches on the hill and the like. They can be seen often late in the afternoon.
It's interesting that the railroad has become a wildlife corridor. I know there's a whole body of knowledge out there on wildlife corridors, but all I know is that it's obvious to me how they are valuable to critters, that flying to/fro DC, one can look down and see how/where wildlife would be marooned by the way fields are carved out of the woods, and that it seems that Great Britain got it right by having lots & lots of hedgerows.
late again...
i meant to reply to you about your first post of 'maybe therapy...' i'm glad you've decided to go.
i went back to therapy in march of 2003 after a break of a few yrs. i tend to go back to it whenever i've gone thru a lot of $hit in my life and need someone to help me read the roadmaps of life.
i love nature spottings. bluebirds and crows are returning to long island after west nile killed off most of them a few yrs ago. and a redtailed hawk has set up housekeeping very near my house, i see him every evening while he does his version of grocery shopping.