Natasha and The Nun Try Therapy

The Nun was nearly always trying to think of a respectable job for Natasha, although Natasha never asked her to anything of the kind. Still, the urge to do good was strong and as the Nun had few other entertainments it was hard to resist sounding her out about various brainstorms. Natasha rejected out of hand both of the healthy outdoor occupations The Nun initially suggested. She claimed to be "just not into" Cowboy or Shepherd as a career, although she was interested in meeting both cowboys and shepherds. Neither job supplied the chance for interpersonal contact or inventive wardrobe choices that she craved. As they stood around discussing the options in the park a passerby called out (not entirely kindly) that it sounds like they should try a little therapy.

That sparked a whole new discussion. Natasha liked the sound of it. She'd seen therapists on Oprah's show. The Nun questioned whether a person could practice therapy without a license. Natasha pointed out the delay in income that would result from the education and licensing process. A quick review of the Self Help section at the local book store revealed that lots of "experts" either had no credentials, or lied about the ones they did have. "Alternative" seemed to be the key. Who could say if you were doing it wrong if you made the entire theory and practice up yourself? Besides, what would make a person rich and famous faster than a new kind of therapy? And Natasha so wanted to be on Oprah's show.

There were a few hurdles on the way to success in the field. For one thing, Natasha liked the idea of "group therapy". She figured it would be more fun than one on one. Since neither one knew how to attract customers, they decided to have the one client who offered to let them practice on her and a "group" of therapists (both of them). It might just be the "new wrinkle" that would make their fortunes. Then there was some confusion about the meaning of "alternative". At first Natasha thought alternative was an important part of the electrical system of a car. The Nun was pretty sure that could not be it. She imagined that it must mean the same as "alternating". She and Natasha would ply the client with opposite advice and see if that worked. It did not go well. The alternating approach made a pronounced impression on the client, but not at all in the way they had hoped. As Natasha's dreams of an Oprah segment dissolved, the client ran away.

Attack of the Giant Flatbread

Among other assorted entertaining snack foods, Shana treated me to a package of giant Swedish flatbread. Looks like a mill wheel!

Old Friends, Bookends

I'm not always sure what the dogs are doing when I'm not looking at them, but sleeping is always a fair bet. Roxy and Skippy are buddies. Neither one is young anymore, so a lot of their time is spent companionably sleeping. Skippy always comes over when Aunt Rita visits, but we see him on other occasions, too. When the Hump children come up to visit from Texas they usually bring their big, much younger and livelier dogs. Skippy does not enjoy their company, and often spends the time with us instead. This weekend Inace was here visiting with her siblings and staying with Rita while Nancy and Larry were in Texas. The change proved to be too much for Skippy. The first night she was there he howled all night. Nobody was happy with that, so he came to spend the rest of the weekend with us.

Later in the weekend Aunt Rita came over to make valentine cookies with me - a messy but entertaining activity.

I had hoped to have breakfast with Alex, Jamie, and Vivian this morning. I am lucky enough to have Presidents' Day off, and thought it might be fun to take advantage of the free time. Sadly, although we agreed to have breakfast today, no one answered the phone at their place, even though we had discussed our plans days before and I called 412 times. They don't have an answering machine and I know they turn the ringer off when they don't want to be bothered. Instead of the nice brunch I had planned I had to satisfy myself flaming him with an email about people who are too rude to answer the phone when they know someone is calling to give them a treat (which he will not answer) and a short telephone discussion much later with Alex about what I considered to be minimum standards of how to treat his mother. Much more to be said about this topic, but maybe not today. I'm angry, and unlikely to be reasonable at this point.

Introducing Natasha and The Nun

Natasha and the Nun met on a street corner. The Nun was passing out holy cards and scapulars, which rumor had it could win her bonus points and nice prizes in the hereafter. Natasha was just passing out. Natasha figured that a scapular would just be one more article of clothing to worry about. She'd had enough trouble already continually losing her shoes on the side of the road. It was cutting into her profits as it was and even though she would not have actually paid for the scapular, she'd still feel like she had to go out looking for it when it came up missing. "Time is money" she thought - not for the first time.

The Nun was disappointed, as usual. She had rather assumed that Natasha would be understanding of the frailties of others. Earlier in The Nun's career she had made the foolish error of trying to cut off her nose to spite her face. She'd only met with partial success, but even a little bit of nose missing made a poor impression on the heathens, who were unaccountably distressed by the outward appearance of people approaching them on the street. Most Catholics seemed to assume leprosy had caused the missing bit to fall off. This was both better and worse. It did emphasize the bond of a shared education where leprosy was a much more common topic of conversation than it appeared to be among Protestants, but people did tend to assume that leprosy was in fact much more contagious than it actually is. The Nun felt that it was an extra and undesserved burden to have to explain this when she didn't even have the disease, but good manners and training made her keep explaining.

It Might As Well Be Spring

Oklahoma had its first tornado outbreak of the season today. It's only February. Our usual tornado season runs from March to June, with a lesser season from mid September though mid October, but they can happen at any time. We were expecting some thunderstorms today, and I was all ready to see some small hail, and probably some wind - a 30 mph wind is not an unusual thing here in any season. It's not pleasant, but nothing remarkable. Instead we got golf ball to baseball sized hail and tornadoes. I noticed that it was clouding up, but I was thinking of other things and generally the severe weather starts at the warmest part of the day. That usually gets storms into our area between 4 and 5:00. They usually peter out just after dark. Today they started at 3:30. The first sign of severe weather I had was tornado sirens. Down the stairs we went to the first floor inside hall which serves as our tornado shelter. Since we have no basement the building was constructed with this need in mind. After a few minutes I decided to take a peek outside, and to see what was happening on TV. Our storm coverage here in Oklahoma is always excellent. With a National Weather Service facility here in the metropolitan area and all of the local stations competing against each other for the best & most advanced system we get great information. Every school child can tell you what a "hook echo" or "shear marker" is. You can decide for yourself whether it's comforting or alarming to have an ETA for when the tornado will arrive at your home. Right now it's 8:00 pm and there are still big tornadoes on the ground. I hope this is not an example of what our storm season will look like this year.

Office Decor in Hard Times

Shana has changed jobs recently. Until this month she's been working in a residential mental health facility with children, but recently she transferred to group therapy with adults. It was time for a change, and this opportunity came along at just the right time. As a bonus it's even closer to home. This weekend she had access to her office, and it was time to decorate. Aunt Rita and I went up there with her today to see it and help her fix up her space.

First we moved all the small items out and cleaned everything up. Then we hauled the desk and bookcase around to an experimental position. The office is not very big and we wanted it to be as functional as possible with as few pieces of furniture as possible. We hung pictures, arranged her books and accessories, and tried out the looks and function of the room from both sides of the desk. The ergonomic people will be in next week to be sure her setup is ergonomically appropriate. Then off we went to select some plants. Because Shana's last job was in residential mental health, she was not allowed to have live plants in her office. She did have an office with a courtyard view of a green space, but no plants of her own choosing. Her new office has deep window sills and a southern exposure, so we installed several nice plants to liven up the space. It look really nice, and she's quite happy with it.

On a trip to Edmond this evening to deliver a dinner to Samantha (part of her birthday gift from Shana) I noticed something too hilariously weird and strange not to stop for a picture. Right around the corner from Sam out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw what was unmistakeably a bunch of classical gods and goddesses gathered around a trash bin. I wanted to stop but I was already late because I'd gotten turned around in a construction area on the way. What I thought I'd seen seemed unlikely but too good to pass up. I made plans to drive past that corner on my way home to get a better look. It turned out to be true, and even better than I had thought from the street. I parked just past the house and slipped up the driveway for a better look and a picture. Apparently the current economic times are so hard that the very gods are going in for dumpster diving!

Poker and Pancakes

This weekend has seen lots of activity. Saturday night Shana and I attended a Shounapalooza Poker Night. FD hosted it over at Flamingo, which was the first time I saw the house since we moved out. It looks nice, but it was kind of startling, because once again it looks completely different. The Humphreys kids came up from Dallas to attend, and we had a great potluck. It was all country dishes, and Shana pointed out on the way home that every dish except desert featured pork. I think everyone had a good time, and I would not be surprised to see a repetition of the event in the future. Next time we will have a Euchre table, as some of us are really bad poker players - especially me. I didn't even try to play. Instead I drove everyone mad taking pictures (as usual).

Sunday was Samantha's birthday. We decided on a Sunday Brunch at the local IHop with her dad, since she was already planning to have brunch with him to celebrate their birthdays. Alex surprised her by coming with Jamie and Vivian. Sam thought he was blowing off her birthday until she walked in and saw Vivian. It was all-you-can-eat pancakes with our entrees. The restaurant was busy enough that our waitress took a really long time to get our food to us, but not so busy that we could not sit for two hours visiting. Since we were planning to hang out for a while anyway we didn't mind much that it took a long time for her to get tous. Everyone was ready to pop by the time we left, and I took half of my giant omelet home to have for lunch tomorrow. We had a very good time and a good visit. I think the Birthday Girl enjoyed her party.

On the way home I stopped at the beauty supply to pick up a new Yellowbird hair dryer. Shana and I each had one, but both have died and the last month has seen us very dissatisfied and using an inferior dryer. The Yellowbird is ugly and loud, with an obnoxious color and an old-school appearance like a relic from the 70's but it's the fastest and most powerful dryer I have ever had. It was so worth the special trip to pick one up.

I've got two pair of socks on the needles. One is a pair of yellow eyelet rib socks that are more than half finished, and the other is another pair of monkey socks past the heel on the first sock. I think that this afternoon will see me holed up in my craft room relaxing by knitting and watching movies. Alternatively, I have a beginner's book on digital photography to read with an accompanying DVD for the conceptually impaired. Now that I have a pretty good camera it's probably time to get a handle on taking better pictures. I can already tell the difference in the quality of my pictures even though I am definitely not getting the best from the camera.

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