It's hard to believe that it's been over 8 years since I've seen Marilyn in proper perspective. Her fame was larger than life, but her life was shorter than she deserved. Sadly, there is only one place this sculpture should be viewed, and I doubt it will ever make it to New York, where there are subways to give Marilyn a proper updraft....
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Today was the last day of this semester's speech therapy sessions, and I will miss them - even though they weren't as useful as prior semesters' sessions. Coming off of two semesters with a mature student clinician and experienced clinical supervisor and now experiencing sessions with a pair of young ladies and an inexperienced clinical supervisor, I have become disillusioned to the process. If I do this again, I will likely go back to having Saturday sessions, so that I can have the more experienced clinical supervisor monitoring my sessions.
Around 2:30, I drove to Mercy for the last time this semester, and had my last session with the w student clinicians. It was pleasant but sad at the same time. I won't go into too much detail about the session, save that they recommended full 1 hour sessions for next semester. If this can be done at the same price I'm now paying, I'll consider it.
Next, was a trip to white plains for the Arts Westchester holiday party. On the way up, I had the chance to speak with my brother before he flew to England. Hopefully, he'll have a great time, because life in New York these days is becoming a disaster. The holiday party was a pleasant diversion, as I got to meet several people I don't usually meet on a monthly basis. However, I made sure to mention the possibility of getting the Census Bureau job to the volunteer coordinator, as I didn't want her not to know why I might not be attending meetings next year.
Once done there, it was down to Yonkers for some game playing. Today, we played 2 rounds of Code Names. It's not my favorite game, but it's nice to play once in a while. Again, I had the chance to relate my latest news to my friends there, and they are also keeping their fingers crossed for me.
On the way home, I chatted with GFJ. We will probably fo into NYC on Saturday. But the way she wants to go there precludes us resuming any closeness. I feel she has made her decision regarding the two of us, and is waiting until after Christmas to drop the final bombshell. It's sad. If we had argued and got angry at each other now and then, I'd have been aware of her feelings and showed her how special she is. But it looks like that ship may have sailed, and that I'd better soon get on with the process of experiencing my grief for something lost that shouldn't have been so.
