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Mostly Minutiae No. 15

It is 19:45 hrs. First time on my PC
today. Very busy day. After a quick
one cup of coffee breakfast, out
the door in rush hour to the airport.

Fifty minutes on the 17 to the 10
and we were there. Parked where
I always park on level two. We
walked in. Major construction. So,
we followed the maze of arrows.

Grand kids arrived at the exit oddly
on level four. Now 09:30 hrs. Kids
hungry cause it is past lunch time
at home (their home).

How does Thai sound? So I turned
east on the 202 instead of west. We
got to our favorite Thai place in no
time. But they don’t open for another
hour. Back up plan.

They are both cross-fit type athletic
health nuts who crave In-N-Out Burger
when they visit us. Google says 1.6 mi
away. In-N-Out loved it that they flew
in from Kentucky for burgers!

(I can’t believe I’m doing this at 10:30
in the morning!) I had a double with
onions, fries, a Coke, and three chili
peppers on the side. Hot peppers
that fry your brain. So good.

What is good after hot? Simple. Cold.
“Google, yogurt near me.” A yogurt
shop less than two miles away.
(Early lunch for a change. So what?)

I have a one o’clock appointment. So,
I have to get them home then get back
out the door. My first EMDR session
for childhood trauma.

Both kids fell asleep in the back seat.
About two miles from home, I turn on
my CD. Tina Charles, “I Love to Love.”
I crank it up. They awaken politely

I have to get back out the door in
seven minutes. This time down 67th
to the 101 to Tatum and south of Bell.

Made it. EMDR is remarkable and my
counselor is a master. We’ve had eight
sessions in preparation. This is it! This
is no Polar Express. A different ride.

The brain reveals details of the
childhood abuse I never knew existed.
My brain shows me things that were far
worse than I could have imagined.

Horrible things that I now need to know
to heal from trauma sixty years ago.
My counselor restored calm.

(I look forward to more EMDR; and
the healing to come.)

Then she called. I met her at the
grocery. At home, the kids were taking
college exams online. I made dinner.
Good to have them here. They ran out
for coffee and errands. We cleaned up.

That was the day. It is now 20:35 hrs.
I’m ending it with you. I want to make
sure you know that life is good.

Because God is good even when bad
things happen we do not fully

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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