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Today was my first, deeply pleasurable sip of the potentials
of being an independent worker. It’s
been nerve-wracking to give up health benefits, paid sick leave, paid vacation,
administrative staff. Private practice entails
a ton of stress like solo financial responsibility, all the paperwork on my own
time which often eats into my weekends and nights. And I can’t delegate a damn thing.
But today was an odd day, a turning of the seasons. We are nearing Fall, as the kids return to
school this week, the stores and magazines are selling Halloween gear and wool
clothing already, and I am still in denial that half of this year is well
gone. The seasonal pumpkin lattes &
leather boots are evidence that time proceeds whether I like it or not.
Yet it’s so friggin’ hot today the (black!) car was a
veritable oven. “Spare the Air” day warnings all over the news for air quality
and worries about the power grids being overtaxed. It feels like 4th of July all of a
sudden.
I took the morning to treat MIL, mom, and SIL and my niece
and her little friend to lunch at the salad bar. Hey, only $1.50 to feed each
kid. Not bad. That’s less than I tip the
bussers. Then again, the little Princesses’
idea of lunch was: fried wonton skins and raisins, a leaf or two of iceberg
with gobs of ranch, mac ‘n cheese, and ice cream with a profusion of
multi-colored, suspiciously plasticine sprinkles. There I was at the pasta bar serving mac n’
cheese to these 2 amazingly adorable little girls outfitted head to toe in
Princess gear and sparkly sandals. Geez. I can’t decide if I am taking undue
credit for these two cuties or if I am embarrassed and want to say “hey, I sure
didn’t dress them like that.”
Post –lunch I got in the car and almost passed out. Despite my sunshield, the heatwaves could be
felt on my face the instant I got in. Ugh.
So, instead of spending an afternoon in the office, I said ‘F
this.”
Took BART to a meeting in
Oakland
and back and savored feeling
environmentally superior, as well as the reading time for Bohjalians’ Midwives
novel.
I then exercised my independent consultant/freelancer/practitioner
options and came to work from home. What
a novelty-I am home before dark. I can
take off my make – up and work clothes prior to 9:30 at night.
Don’t get me wrong, I still gotta work. Tonight I’ve got
invoices to make, logs to check, articles and speeches to try and write (or at
least progress on)…but I sat in our home office this afternoon in a new bikini
returning phone calls and e-mails. Hey, I said I could live in these things… (At
least another perk of seasonal change is that $80 swimwear is now being sold at
less than half that price.) How great is
that? Must be like the pleasure people get in being able to shop online in
their PJ’s or underwear. I am missing
out on yoga tonight, but dashed out to our pool for a 40 minute swim with NO
KIDS, ah, bliss. (the pool is overrun with rug rats all summer long and
weekends).
All that open water training pre-triathlon has made for
markedly better swims. Now I’m back at
my desk, prepping work, raiding the fridge for nectarines and fried chicken
(pollo frito is my triathlon fuel of choice!).
Wow. Has this been
what I’ve missed? What a concept to be at home for more than 2 hours before it’s
time to crash out. I could certainly get
used to not spending the days inside a cubicle…..
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