Entry #4
I finally did it. Following my own advice, I took my initiative by the pants and went skiing. I didn't go with anyone; I had no one to go with. It was to be only me, the slopes, and of course the singles line. Thank God for the singles line, and the nice long rides up. No better place to meet skiing girls about my age. I'm always surprised by how many other singles there are. And most of them were pretty nice. Especially Nancy. I still have her phone number on my mitten. I'll have to call her sometime.
I recently got a new perspective on the Jarrett family crises. Con's dad came for an appointment. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but I think he only needed to talk to someone different. As different as he was from his son, he seemed to have a similar type of problem. I can't wait to meet his wife someday. See if her self-esteem is as lousy as these other clowns. By the way, I have no qualms about calling Conrad a clown. If he can call my place a "circus," that must entitle me to something.
I suppose that we do have some wild times here, though. I wonder, if this is a circus, and my patients are the clowns, what does that make me? Lion tamer? Sometimes I feel more like a tightrope walker. Not so much recently. I think my little ski trip helped that a bit. I don't know why I didn't do that before. It's not like I'm so busy here at work. That is, when I'm not taming clowns like Conrad or balancing my career with my social life. Such is life…
I finally did it. Following my own advice, I took my initiative by the pants and went skiing. I didn't go with anyone; I had no one to go with. It was to be only me, the slopes, and of course the singles line. Thank God for the singles line, and the nice long rides up. No better place to meet skiing girls about my age. I'm always surprised by how many other singles there are. And most of them were pretty nice. Especially Nancy. I still have her phone number on my mitten. I'll have to call her sometime.
I recently got a new perspective on the Jarrett family crises. Con's dad came for an appointment. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but I think he only needed to talk to someone different. As different as he was from his son, he seemed to have a similar type of problem. I can't wait to meet his wife someday. See if her self-esteem is as lousy as these other clowns. By the way, I have no qualms about calling Conrad a clown. If he can call my place a "circus," that must entitle me to something.
I suppose that we do have some wild times here, though. I wonder, if this is a circus, and my patients are the clowns, what does that make me? Lion tamer? Sometimes I feel more like a tightrope walker. Not so much recently. I think my little ski trip helped that a bit. I don't know why I didn't do that before. It's not like I'm so busy here at work. That is, when I'm not taming clowns like Conrad or balancing my career with my social life. Such is life…