I was all nervous about my meeting first thing this morning with a transitioning family. As usual, with the things I worry about most, I expend too much energy worrying about it. Before the meeting I created a “waiver board” using a large piece of cardboard, covered it with white paper, and painted lines that divided the board into the days of the week. Then I typed up various programs, added colorful clip art depicting the program, and at the bottom added the ratio of staff to clients, time, and dollar amount that would be deducted from the waiver for each program. I felt this would make it much more tangible to families rather than just saying “Yeah, your child can do this, this, and this, and that’s it. There’s no more money, sorry.”
This worked well at the meeting- the client picked out programs and I put them on the board in the morning and afternoons on various days during the week. It made what would have been numerical and abstract into something concrete and easy to see.
After work I dropped my car off at the collision repair center and some guy from a nearby car rental drove by and picked me up. At the car rental place I was subjected to guys in white shirts and ties with swarmy fake smiles and gusto of salesmen, except they weren’t selling anything, right? The guy highly recommends that I opt to pay $16.99 a day, and this would cover any accidents or damage to the rental. If I don’t pay $16.99 a day and something happens to the rental I would have to pay up to $500 and go through another claim, etc. Though the risk was minimal, I felt obligated to do it. You never know what might happen. The suave overly friendly, but secretly an immature frat boy who drinks heavily on the weekends, salesguy had me initial here, here and here, and sign here, here, and here. I left feeling like I had been ripped off, although my insurance should be covering costs of this car rental. Supposedly.
The weather was weird today- sudden bursts of rain showers periodically followed by instense warm sunshine. By late afternoon, sun and rain were occuring simultaneously, creating rainbows.
Day #70- We went running in the sunlight after one of the sudden brief rainshowers. My body no longer communicates dissatisfaction through general minor aches and pains or ragged breathing. Instead it’s a certain heaviness, a fall in energy. And it’s much more specific. I knew I was slowed, and I knew that this is what I get when I devour chips and Paul Newman’s pineapple flavored salsa as soon as I get home and then go running.
Running helps to be in tune with your body in a new way.
We ran the five miles in silence and footfalls, as our shadows grew long on the pavement.
Jun 9th 2003Uncategorized