Life Savor!

My new right knee will be installed on April 21. Waiting for it is like the ninth month of pregnancy … time moves slowly but inexorably. Robert’s gloriously wonderful sister Nora will come to nurse me for a couple of weeks, thereby freeing RoBear to go make us a living, which he’s excelling at lately.

I, of course, will indeed be the Queen, milking the gig for all it’s worth. After the first couple of weeks, though, I’m inviting clients to come to the house for sessions, since I’m not allowed to leave it for a month. That should be fun, stumping down the hall on my walker with a bike basket aboard. I’m only inviting long-term clients with whom I already have a tight relationship.

I’m a bit defensive about our neighborhood of modest tract houses, though we’ve gussied up ours pretty thoroughly. I have a momentary pang to think of a wealthy client pulling up and thinking, “You’ve got to be kidding!” Then he’ll step into our living room, spot the far dining room wall, bright red with a huge vase of flowers against a five-foot round mirror, with a spotlight on it. Then he’ll notice the painting over the sofa, six feet tall, of Krishna besporting himself with the cowherd maidens, with lotuses and elephants and peacocks here and there. But it’ll be too late … his session is about to begin, and it’ll be a doozy, considering the therapist will have a modest amount of painkillers aboard, and our Unconsciouses will open doors of enlightenment and fun.

At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Wish me luck. Send me love.

Roz

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