I've been slacking a bit on the blogging end, which I could easily attribute to a busy schedule but should probably admit has at least something to do with a growing ambivalence about the whole endeavor. It occurred to me recently--after a debate on another blog with a person who later turned out to be someone I know, in real life--that any one of my clients could Google my name and track down not only this blog, but comments I've made on other blogs, thereby blowing my cover (that of a completely sane, exceedingly rational person, possessing profound wisdom and, as one client recently told me, "a quiet spirit"). This realization has given me pause, as it well should, and made me wonder once again if its truly possible to be a therapist and a real person. But that's for another day.
Truth be told, I have been busy. In the seven days since I last posted, I have seen 26 clients, consulted a podiatrist and scheduled a foot surgery, planned a birthday party, freaked out about my child turning 2, attended a baby shower, bit my nails through Rob Zombie's re-make of 'Halloween,' coordinated culinary provisions for the Open House at Abeona, helped Cade prepare for his going-away party and mourn the end of an 11-year stint with his company, cooked dinners, did laundry, fed the cat, yelled at the cat (he bites), and coached Sydney on the proper pronunciation of the word 'chalk' (She tends to drop the h and the l. Go ahead, say it. Now imagine a two-year-old walking around saying things like "Mommy pay wit cauk. Daddy like-a pay wit cauk.")
And last night Cade and I watched the series premiere of K-ville, the new cop drama set in present-day New Orleans. I thought it was pretty interesting. Over the top, yes, definitely melodramatic and narratively unrealistic (Drive-by shootings staged by real estate wannabes intent on sabotaging rebuilding efforts? An OPP escapee turned dedicated cop?), but interesting in the sense that it presented some true-to-life material. They certainly had the lingo down, and the accents weren't half-bad, unlike a certain other cop drama set in New Orleans. Bottom line: no Emmy nominations, but maybe something worth watching every now and then.
In my spare time.
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Life, Love, and Lunacy in the Big Easy.
About Me
- chrissie
- I have one daughter, one son, one cat, one piano, and one house in Uptown New Orleans. I work at one counseling center. I am of two minds about nearly everything.
Followers
Sites
Music Therapy (What I'm listening to)
- The Uncluded: Hokey Fright
- Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
- Counting Crows: Underwater Sunshine
- Avett Brothers:
The Carpenter - Avett Brothers: Emotionalism
- Jill's Awesome Mix
- Built to Spill: There's Nothing Wrong With Love
- Best Imitation of Myself: Ben Folds Retrospective
- NC 50 by dt 2011
- Ben Folds/Nick Hornby: Lonely Avenue
Bibliotherapy (Recent Reads)
- Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers
- This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper
- Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks
- The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007
- Freedom by Jonathen Franzen
- Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris
- The Various Haunts of Men by Susan Miller
- Musicophilia (Oliver
Sacks ) - A Gate at the Stairs by
Lorrie Moore
1 comment:
Your concerns about blogging are well founded. There seem to be many, many folks in the blogosphere who feel that being online involves the id and nothing else. They can chuck responsibility and hide behind a username while they make some pretty nasty comments.
We all do what we gotta do. You haven't been sharing patient histories on your blog or anything. You have disagreed with others in your comments on other blogs in a civil manner that doesn't warrant hard feelings from anyone. I think you are one of those folks who is doing all right with all this.
Keep on going as a person, a mom, and a therapist (not exactly in that order ALL the time). Who knows, you might actually inspire some of your patients who choose to hunt your name down out of curiosity.
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