Proud to be, proud to be me.

Does anyone want to give me $5000 so we can bring Tegan and Sara to the 2003 Big Gay Conference?

Please?

Sunny days sweeping the clouds away

The weather is beautiful. I went to the library and got 5 more articles for my Adolescents paper. New ones. 1999 and up. 5 of them. Yeah. And it was beautiful - breezy and warm, sunny, lovely. The air was clear, like the air in the office after Brett left, which was nice. Settled.

Drove home with the window open, Indigo Girls blaring and me along with them. Joking. Loud. Missing you. Stopped at Border's on the way home - they didn't have the elawpak book I wanted but they did have another DIY Ohio Divorce book with fill in the blank forms. Purchased. With the debit card linked to his money. He bought me the new Alanis, too, to inspire me to do my paper, and a new copy of Rubyfruit Jungle because I lost mine in the move in 2000. He doesn't know he bought me presents today. Thanks.

Went for a walk in the sun, knew there would be no paper-starting in this weather without a proper sacrifice. 4 miles quick, which was nice. Brisk walking. Wore shorts for the first time in 2002 - breezy, like I said - the thrilling feeling of the wind whipping hair on legs. There's really nothing else like that. Contemplated shaving this summer, now indecisive again, the feel of wind, freedom.

Talked aloud on the walk, as I am wont to do. Talked to you. Talked to my mother. I think it's time, in March, yes, to sit her down and explain to her that I /do/ love her, that I /do/ want her to know me, that I /will/ give her time to adjust although I don't agree with that. Don't agree with it, but understand it. 4 miles of chatter, aah, it must be spring. Time to start daily head-clearing walks, weather permitting. Lost 20 pounds that way last summer. Gained some back.

Time for Alanis, and Existential Family Therapy, and Death of a Salesman. I can do this. Think I'll call Cary about dinner, although I promised no going out.

Sunny. Breezy. Mobile. Free.

Well, it's a beginning!

(I can't remember what show/commercial that subject line is from. It's spoken by a little kid. And now it's in my head. ARGH!)

There are a myriad of approaches to marital and family therapy available to today’s clinicians. These approaches offer different techniques and methods of insight that can be used to alter family patterns in such a way as to bring about healthier, more productive family functioning. One such approach is existential family therapy, a collection of therapeutic techniques developed by Jim Lantz (2001; March 2001; 2000; 1994; 1992) and extrapolated from the work of Viktor Frankl.

In this paper, the author will assess and treat the family of Willy Loman as developed in Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller (1949). A method of evaluating the Lomans’ treatment will be provided as well. The paper will open with a description and overview of Lantz’s existential family therapy.

[Update: I remember now! It was a commercial with a little boy and a little girl sitting on the steps of a house. Boy says, "Will you marry me?" Girl says, "Where's my ring?" He gives her something. Girl says, "A LifeSaver?" Boy says, "Well, it's a beginning." Girl shrugs. Boy says, "Don't worry, we can live with my mother."]

Progress!

I am so on page 9. Ignore the fact that I'm using Tahoma 12 instead of Times New Roman. Please. And that I spent an hour IMing with rizzo41 and mightywombat.

So now I am going to get coffee with Cary and Rachel. (Rachel is Cary's wife. They were split up and now she's back. This should make things... interesting.)

Okay. Coffee reward time at Scottie MacBean's! Yay!