My plane to
Vancouver departed at 7:20 so I arrived in Vancouver super early for my
breakfast date with Cathy. Then I went to see Sue, my respiratory therapist,
the chocolate chop and then to see Dr. Shoja. It was a super emotional session
that ended in a double hand clasping at the end.
She said: “Some
effective working relationships are more so when the parties involved ‘click.’
I think we ‘clicked,’ don’t you?” I could not agree more but I sincerely
appreciated hearing her express a certain enthusiasm for our sessions so I
booked a visit for September.
I did the best
job I could to express my gratitude. I finished by saying: “I feel like I have
a beautiful garden growing in my head that would not be there were it not for
you and the atmosphere of safe you create.” And she thanked me for that.
I explained the
intent of my metaphor: The flowers in my garden come from seeds of memory and
insight, they sprout and grow through my
effort but she is the master gardener whose education facilitated my botanical
success.
I lucked out
with that woman.
Beth and Bruce
were waiting for me when I came out and we had lunch together — three long-time
friends who’ve had lots of adventures together. Then Beth and I said goodbye to
Bruce and off we went to the seaplane and the skies had cleared.
When we arrived
Patsy welcomed us and then Beth and I came home. She installed herself and then
we got in the hot tub and I opened a bottle of Veuve that we finished with Patsy and Paula when they arrived with
our supper.
We had a great
night together.
The most
unusual moment was when a man pulled into my yard in a car, got out and came to
my front door. I’d left my keys in my postal box and this lovely man somehow
determined they were mine and where I lived. (They have a “Chris” key ring that
Beth gave me, so that helped.)
Just before
four this morning, the cats woke me. They make a lot of noise trying to tear
the walls down to get the mice out of their hiding places.
I’m up way too
early and I’m bagged but it’s expected to be a decent day and soon I’ll learn
how Beth wants to fill it.
And so … the
adventure begins.
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