Thought and Prayers

More dreams. Augers? Dreams.

C (who I haven't thought about in a capybara's age) is dying; he comes to a dinner party. He dies over the course of the evening as a result of some kind of automotive accident. Oh, but wait. Surgery is part of the dinner party. Most people leave. He lives?

The Kawa Model
So, in OT there are different ways to structure interventions because every person is a            snowflake/fingerprint but there are some categorizations and boy do we like to categorize things. These are roughly divided into Frames of Practice (FoR) or Models of Practice (MoP). The coolest of these imo (and most peoples' o, I think) is the Kawa Model. Kawa means river in Japanese (dependent on context, I suppose) and this model is all about rivers too. and is as follows:
- River: You make a river (somehow). The river is your life's flow. Rivers don't just exist in a vacuum, so you also have river banks and bed.
-River Banks/Bed: This represents physical and social context, environment, things like that.
- Rocks: Stuff in the river (your life) that might be disrupting your life's flow. The water has to flow around it.
- Driftwood: Stuff in your life you can cling to that help your make you happier and better able to do the things you need to/want to do; don't disrupt the flow

The library in Anchorage has a quote on the wall: 

When in doubt, go the the library.

Which is cute and all! Except for the part where J.K. Rowling wrote it. Well, you'll be happy to know that they adjusted it a bit so that now it's attributed to Ron Weasley. Which is better. And cheaper, I suppose, than going with an entirely new quote. Also less trouble. Look at it, it's way up there!

Have started rewatching Pushing Daisies when doing things that mean I can remain in the living room which have so far been...tidying the living room. But hey! Maybe there's more where that came from? Maybe. The one time they had us sing this in church I couldn't help but imagine the Darling Mermaid Darlings singing it. 

Today's been a whirlwind of unexpected activity; last night I got a text from a classmate that I thought was going to be a "How was fieldwork?" text, but turned out to actually be a "Your kid is registered for Horse Camp starting tomorrow despite lack of a confirmation of any type prior to this." and "How would you like to pay?" Consider the parts about that I could complain about...uh...complained about, but also this fucked with a different plan I'd made for this week regarding violin lessons and threw me into a brief meltdown last night. I got through it pretty quickly, and it was nice that S acknowledged that all the Change that happened last night (this was just one of several things* that piled on around the same time) was probably pretty hard to adjust to. Which is a huge win.

So I didn't get as much done today as I'd hoped, instead driving 'round town with the girl you love and texting people back trying desperately not to lose momentum (gym! Costco! Home! Violin place! Home again! Horse place! Chicken shop! Home part III!). A dumpster was delivered today, and I shall be spending most of tomorrow chucking stuff in it while fretting about the dwindling summer.

O! Gather ye rosebuds while ye may! Or whatever, don't. I'm not your mom!

Any-hoodle-doodle-poodle, I'm going to try to log ~15 minutes of writing time on this a day while I'm on break. Kind of like a NaNoWriMo except not like that at all. Much less coherent. 

*Like almost swallowing a spider! More on that next time.