#this is how there therpay sessions go

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Archie: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Emma: Thank you

Archie: I didn't say that was a good thing

Emma: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

[lastavenged]

it's the hour of the day where i still and think about how greer could have had some very impactful plots/stories and character developments that never went anywhere and/or got magic'd away or solved in one issue.

under the read more rant about it

like the first time that she "went feral" it actually was saying something, and it was impactful, and you show it affected her relationships, almost hurt her team, and then she had a whole arc of meeting the cat people in "hell" / the land within, and had to fight for her soul literally, and reclaimed and showed that her strength came from herself already and she could have control, and had like a whole battle and fight

andd then the next time it happens. it could have been something that expanded on her further transmutation into tigra. but instead theey just had hank shrink her down, literally bottle her away to remove her from being part of the broader WCA plot, and then just had literal agatha harkness magic fix her away. andd it was terriblee.

nd then they had her join team bobbi in WCA and have her going feral and then nothing really comes of that.

and then her relationship with Hank, thre's so much mor that could have gone into; and you don't even have Greer ever really talk about the whole trauma of /Skrull Hank/

andd then they do have an issue where ON HER first session with Trauma immediately resolves all her fears regarding hr pregnancy, and just her whole pregnancy plot line is so poorly done, and again thy literally have trauma magic away the trauma of heer pregnancy.

and then you know its not really acknowledged like the wholee Norman Osborn involvement in that. and then like

Her Red Hood asssault plot line and it carrying over into Academy, was okay. like they did go into like the emotinos and rage she felt about what happened to her, but like you don't really get a lot of moments of seeing her really grappling or what helpss her like actually get through and cope with it. and then Acadmy writer having the gall to hae the studeents DISCOUNT HER TRAUMA as well at least she was r* worded. LIKEE LIKEE THE FUCK. and then her saysing "oh yeah im healed from it i got help" and its like WHERE? WHEN? all we got was FIRSt/ONE therpay session with trauma, whre he showed her her worst fear, and then suddenly she was btter with the pregnancy. but nothing on like HER TALKING about lik what the Red Hood did to her.

anyways. once again. Greer still struggles with control issuees, she's a lot more powerful than her canon part, cause she's grown and gaind control and powere, and she's went throguh a lot to heal, and just she has a merged soul; tigra an greer merged, instead of greer soul only. but it's no longer two souls battle. but just

I AM HAVING THOUGHTS AGAIN.

okay but like.... on some of the good things. when Greer first appears in Aveenger, and it's so CLEAR she clearly doesn't know what sshe's doing and doesn't know how to fit in and be a big time hero, and tries, cauase like HER TRANSMATION IS SO FRESH. she was only The Cat vigilante for such a small time. this is all big and near to her, and hr Tigra transformation at that tieme as also 2 sousl in one person battling for ach other,

but lik her first appearance with the Aveners. 216. iss greeat. and just SHE IS SO INSECURE.

and then like even early WCA you see that. she's not sure if she's Big League hero or strong eenough, and then like YEAH. and that's good. and then her in th original Spiderwoman run, like that's good greer/tigra conteent and just. UGH

I LOVE HER

and she gets shafted with her plot lines. or like half of her truama plots get magic cured and i hate it.

[simsfromupthere]

not one of the core sims im doing a gameplay with dying bc of an ******** (which is too real for me atm aaah), me having to move in morgyn ember to their house cause i couldnt find their ghost on household and just move them back in and revive, then reviving them noticing i lost all my sim’s inventory and just deciding to save the lot from the storyline where they died and reload a somewhat older (like a couple of hours older not too old) save where they were still alive with all their inventory itens intact shhsgdhdhdjsks

[itjazzbicch]

More Than You Know

Pairing: Darius Martin x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Darius are best friend, supporting him through his ACL injury, taking him to physical therpay sessions and decidining to join him one day, where they connect like never before..

Warnings: N/A

Requested by: @hooks-martin (I hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic   @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF: 

“Thanks a lot, Y/N,” Darius smiled to me as I pulled into the parking lot, “I know it must be a hassle having to take me to physical therapy.”

“Dude, you’re my best friend!” I smiled, parking up front so he didn’t have a far walk, “I’d take you anywhere and have no complaints. As long as I’m with you.”

Darius had the most adorable smile, especially when he was blushing. This year has been quite rough on him since he tore his ACL, not sure exactly when he would be returning to action. Wrestling is what made us best friends in the first place and I know for him, not being able to wrestle, I had to be there for him and keep his spirits high.

“You’re the best,” He smiled back, me waving my hand:

“Aww, I try. I really do.”

“What are you doing?” His mind wondered while watching me grab my gym back from the backseat, a bit surprised when I smiled:

“Today, I’m gonna do it with you. I haven’t got a workout in so, lets go.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth. I could tell by his behavior lately that he was in the blues. So today, my plan was to go in there with him, help along and put that passion back that I knew he had. All he needed was a little push.

“Really?” He wanted to reassure and I just nodded, taking the keys, throwing them in my bag and hopping out.

I went and held the door and heading over, he had a smile, not opposed to the idea at all and I smiled back, joking:

“Better be ready to sweat!”

Since this was my first time at one of his therapy sessions, I let him show me his routine and how to do the particular exercises that was best for his injury. It was all pretty simple and I stood along side every exercise, beyond proud to see how his progress has come along.

ACL injuries can be so severe that they can end your career, taking long periods of time to heal, and I have never seen Darius so focused and serious while doing any kind of training.

We still knew how to crack at one another, having a good time and he saved his hardest exercise for last.

One legged squats with his bad knee and it did kind of make me nervous, so I went first, Darius instructing:

“And please listen to me, and take it slow. Okay?”

“How hard can it be?” I shrugged, picking up one leg and when I went to squat with the other, my balance was off and I started to fall over, catching myself and staying still to make sure I was planted firmly, head turning to follow his laughter.

“You didn’t see that shit you got it?” I pointed, making him laugh even more.

“I told you to take it slow!” He breathed, “Balance isn’t as easy as it seems. Just come over here, we’ll do it together.”

“You better not laugh if I fall over again,” I giggled, standing alongside him and following his every move in sequence.

This time, I had it in the bag, doing it with ease, but as we kept going, I noticed how he began to struggled.

A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, a zoned out but focused look in his eyes, how he’d puff his cheeks while taking deep breaths.

“Hey,” I stopped and stood in front of him, taking both of his hands, “You can do it alright? Just a few more.”

He only nodded, squeezing my hands and taking his time, but making the progress. I watched how his knee bent, seeing his leg shake a little, so I kept cheering him on:

“Remember that balance. You’re a whole lot better at it than me. You got this, two more.”

The whole time, we shared a gaze and a smile grew bigger on my face, so proud of how far he’s come and even with some struggles along the way, he always prevailed.

“See?” I smiled once he was on both feet, bouncing softly, “I knew you could do it!”

I got on my tip toes a little too high, almost stumbling into him, but I caught myself, playfully pouting when he began to laugh more.

“You are such a kluts!”

“Why are you always making fun of me?” I pretended to be upset, pouting more and turning my head, trying not to smile when he rolled his eyes playfully:

“Can’t take a joke?”

I whipped around with a gasp, giving puppy dog eyes to intensify my pout:

“I thought I was your best friend and you treat me like this?”

“You are my best friend,” He acknowledged and smiled, “Let me make it up to you.”

“Hm, I don’t know, it’s gonna take-“

My heart about exploded in my chest when he kissed me, eyes wide open at first, but shutting softly with a tender, softening that made me relax, feeling real love and pulled into a world of it, gravitating into his arms and hugging.

“Those puppy dog eyes make it hard not to given in, you know,” He admitted, smiling just as bright as me:

“Oh, you’re going to regret saying that.”

Laughing, he held me closer, laying my head on his chest and swaying in our hug, happy tears in my eyes when he laid his head on top of mine, cooing:

“I have never regretted a single moment I’ve had with you or took it for granted. I love you, Y/N.”

“Really? Because,” I swallowed a deep breath, still a little disbelief, but being honest, “I love you too.”

His smiled kept growing his nod, kissing softly, “More than you know.”

[99liners]

Okay this has been long overdue- I forgot I was writing this until I opened my notes today 👁👄👁 this isn't exactly my best attempt since I kind of gave up but ITS STILL FUN THO- I remember talking to you about this 😂

So uh characters:

@loquacious11 as Ade (just shortened her name but I HAD to add her)

@99liners as Jaimie herself 🥴

@strawberryjimin13 as Al aka me 😭

I present to you! THERPAY SESSION!

The silence is deafening, only the slight pitter patter of the rain against the window is heard as the therapist stared wide eyed at the people seated in front of her.

Jaimie shift uncomfortably in her spot on the sofa trying her best to avoid the therapists gaze. Ade who's seated on jaimie's right side heaves an exasperated sigh meanwhile Al sitting on the left stares out the window pretending to not know what's happening.

"OKAY- so you're telling me that the reason of your visit has something to do with a fanfiction series written by Jaimie here?" The therapist questions pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Precisely...." Ade replies, offering a small smile.

"Alright...so for me to properly understand what your feeling I need more detail of what this series is about" the therapist asks with curiosity lacing her voice.

"OH boy where do we even start" Al finally says as the 3 women present on the sofa meet eachothers gaze as if having a wordless argument on whether to tell the therapist or not.

"Well the series was about toxic relationships and objectification of women-" Jaimie says breaking the silence before being interrupted by a very heated Al and Ade who look like they've been waiting for this moment for their entire lives.

"LOOK WE KNOW IT SOUNDS AWFUL- BUT THESE MEN ARE L O Y A L" Al defends.

"NOT ONLY THAT BUT THESE MEN WIN PETTY FUCKING ARGUMENTS! HOW!?" Ade quickly follows behind Al.

The therapist is startled by the sudden yelling but continues to absorb everything that's being said and jotting it down in her notepad.

"Uh okay so what seems to be the issue here? You guys are pretty defending the series?" The therapist asks a little confused.

"That's the issue! See we find these men infuriating! But at the same time we're too hooked to let go" Ade replies calmly this time.

"Yeah the writing is so good that during nodus tollens Jimin story I realised that shit! I would fall for his manipulation beacuse of my abandonment issues. Jaimie is the culprit in all this" Al replies while fidgeting with her fingers.

An offended gasp leaves jaimie's lips as she  moves forward, "HOW AM I THE CULPRIT!? YOU GUYS READ IT ON YOUR OWN FREE WILL AND CONSENT!" Jaimie defends herself

"Well I wasn't expecting kaiho jungkook to be that uh emotionless?I Felt like the interaction was between a statue who looked like the Greek God ready to unleash hell upon us. Spoiler alert! He did" Ade adds nodding her head with arms crossed.

"OH its also the fact that a goddamn doctor would have an ego as big as Jupiter that that he uses blackmail against his own wife! Like who does that! He's still hot though-" Al continues with a frown on her face.

But before the rambling could continue, Jaimie who has had enough intrups, "okay okay we get it! They are psychopaths! I write about toxic men. Haha look at the time we have to go!" She says as she physically pushes a rambling Ade and Al out of the door.

"Thank you for your time! They'll be fine. We'll all be fine...probably-" Jaimie says before rushing away without another word.

The therapist who is too stunned to speak stares at the now empty sofa for a good 5 minutes before slowly taking of her glasses and pinching her nose bridge. She finally puts her clipboard down and strides towards her office table reaching for her phone. Pulling out the contact she's looking for, while dialing the number she looks at the rain outside the window when someone picks up the phone.

"Uh hey Ellen! Uh this sounds weird but uh- can you book a therapy session for me?"

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It is time for me to go study before I get my ass beaten 🥴

everyone here needs therapy but instead we read/write fictional works based on the fictional perception of characters instead cause it's cheap xD

[townienews]

NFL FAN THERAPY: KICKOFF SESSION - Bonus Pats Edition How will the Patriots handle and involve the talented, trouble, polarizing force of nature that is Antonio Brown? Look no further than our town Fair Tire's Francis to let you know how it's all gonna work out. Much to the dismay of the rest of the group. Hey, Patriot Way, right? Happy Week 2! Follow on the socials (@FitzyGFY) and YouTube (youtube.com/fitzy01821) and Facebook (facebook.com/GFYFitzy) for more therpay all season long. New session after Week 3. Go Pats!

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The Top Ten Benefits of Receiving Habitual Massages

Everyone would love to enjoy routine massage treatments, and should be getting them! Frequent massage therapy is underrated for health and wellness advantages, it offers much more than helping to relax mentally. The combined added benefits of massages make it a high performer in wellbeing actions and shouldn't be considered merely a lavish routine. Rather regular massage therapy ought to be included in every one's regular routine. With the addition of a frequent massage therapy, you receive the impressive benefits outlined below and much more!

1. Massage assists tender muscles and body aches

This is a obvious advantage, every one is aware that when you have a painful and stiff shoulders & neck it usually is the best plan to go to your favourite massage day spa and get a quick treatment.

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Studies has shown how massage treatment helps encourage a good sleep and will allow you to sleep better. Even for babies! Massages have been shown to help infants to sleep easier, be much less stressed and even cry considerably less. For anyone massage treatment promotes relaxation and allows us to adjust into a relaxing stage.

4. Massage therapy counteracts all of the sitting down

Regularly surfacing in our neck or shoulders, tension tends to also show up as weakness, pain or tenderness in the lumbar region or buttocks and hip muscles. By reaching your hidden muscles, massage therapy enables you to destress tense muscles.

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Like i said previously, massage has a huge effect on allowing us decrease stress levels and relax. However for those suffering from depression disorders or anxiety issues, regular massage therapy can have a beneficial impact. As massage therapy offers a whole lot of one on one contact, performed in a trustworthy and professional setting, individuals have reported being much less sad and irate. Customers battling mental health issuesdescribed feeling far happier, less distressed and developing decreased stress levels after a massage.

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Massage develops muscular flexibility and capacity massage is beneficial in surgery rehabilitation. Together with encouraging the body to send extra o2 and vitamins right through your body which is ideal through post op rehabilitation.

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As our bodies age joints tighten and the degree of movement is restricted. Long term, on-going massage maintains the body limber, which ends you are less inclined to strains and other injuries.More than this advice regular massage treatment helps filter blood flow through congested parts of the body, giving you superior health on the whole, not to mention more youthful, more radiant appearing skin as on-going massage stimulates lymphatic drainage. A further widespread problem as we grow older is elevated blood pressure, massage is a great approach to stave off high blood pressure naturally.

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Clinical trials in United States of America demonstrate that massage therapy might help decrease conditions of periods. By decreasing bloated tummy, migrains, moodiness and related regular disorders of PMS massage therapy is usually a useful month-to-month habit for those that experience brutal pre-menstrual syndrome.

10. Massage therapy generates a enduring condition of calmness and relaxation

Massage therapy allows the mind and body to loosen up, managing and soothing our breathing and shifting your whole body towards a relieving, recuperative situation. The positive benefits layed out add up to generate a lasting state of calmness that's able to remain a long time after the therapy has over.

I would not like to go for massage sessions, as I forever assumed that they were either too expensive or too much like a "treat-yourself" sort of activity, I've actually finally turned it into a habitual practice. I visited Melbourne, Vic enjoying a quick break escape and heading to their in-hotel day spa, I was absolutely hooked. I wasn't aware up until I visited the day spa that I really needed a massage! I spoke to the masseur about massages that they educated me in how advantageous frequent massage therapy can be and that more people need to be integrating massage therapy into their usual habits. Unfotunately I'm stuck at a desk and so, I had accumulated years of back stress. When you add in a stressful career and I used to be a perfect example of a burnt out individual. These days I habitually reserve a massage therapy once per month and I strongly suggest finding a good massage day spa that you feel safe and calm. If you're in Melbourne, Victoria visiting this massage day spa in Melbourne CBD which first started my obsession with massage. Botanica massage spa

[justamomandakeyboard]

Music Therpay

I forgot about a therapy!! Not sure how but: Music Therapy! It’s Mr. G’s favorite of all of the therapies he participates in, and is one I wish we could schedule more of. Unfortunately, at this time state funding for music therapy is still very limited and therapists are expensive!! I get it. After all that schooling, your time in valuable and you have to make ends meet as much as I do. The clinic we use charges very reasonable rates all things considered. But weekly sessions even in a group can still cost you ~$100 a month in a five week month, and that’s a lot of money! So, right now he only goes once a week for 30 minutes, and that’s it. Eventually, we hope to increase it and perhaps get him a private tutor to teach him to play instruments. Why?

Because Mr.G loves music. 

As a baby, if I sang (and I can at least carry a tune) he would stop crying. At least long enough for me to get through the usual list of suspects for the crying. (Wet or dirty? Hungry? Uncomfortable? Tired? Etc). He has fallen asleep to music for most of his life, and continues to consistently prefer toys and experiences that allow him to listen to music. He frequently chooses to use his iPad mini as an iPod. He doesn’t care about the video or the game, he just wants to listen to the music play on a never ending loop. One of his favorite ‘us’ things to do is he climbs in my lap and I sing through a list of his favorite songs. He participates in some of them, mostly he just listens. 

Now, I am aware that loving music doesn’t necessarily mean he is going to want to play an instrument some day. I get that. But, all parents have dreams for their kids, and this is one of mine: family jam session! My mom, sister and I play piano. My sister and I also play guitar. My favorite instrument to play, though, is bass guitar. I have also played flute, baritone, and violin (by which I mean I spent at least a year or more practicing regularly and participating in some sort of group or band with it). So getting to jam with my son on whatever instrument he wants to learn to play and having that connection with him is absolutely a dream of mine! It might not happen, and I will do my best to accept whatever life path he chooses for himself. But, just sayin’...it’d be pretty sweet. :)

Back to what this post is actually supposed to be about. Music Therapy: why is it important? Oh, so many reasons. I don’t have time to list them all, because I rambled about other things, but science has proven that music can stimulate the brain in very interesting and amazing ways. It can help us learn and understand math. It can help make emotional connections between people. It is universal in a way very few other things are. It is such a versatile creative outlet for anyone, even those not disabled, that I wish a higher priority were put on it in schools in general. Of course, I wish schools put a higher priority on all the arts in general, so...but I digress. 

Mr. G loves his music therapy time, and I love that he loves music! Hopefully, our loves will meet in the middle, and our house will be full of family music! And if not, that’s ok too. :)

~justamomandakeyboard

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

9:25 a.m. - 37 now to drop by night into the 20's - strange weather - strange angry people - my experiences with Israelis - born there called Sabras - which I think is a thorny tree - they are citizens of such an unfortunate country - combative - yes, nasty - I remember Israelis in Geneva to whom I gave a floor polisher that I had bought when we came there by mistake - I understood it was for a trial period but then the salesman clasimed I had bought it and my lawyer friend advised me, not worth fighting about - very occasionally it was used to bring our lovely parquet floors to a high buff - and when we were leaving I offered it as a gift to Israeles, who gruffly said, bring it, I had a car, I brought it to them, only to get a couple days later a nasty call - this is a piece of shit, come and get it. I did go and get it. Obviously remember it 60 years later.

So this latest Israeli - probably a menace - I will not even mention him by initials - did something really nasty that I will not take the time to detail - I did get angry with him and said a few words a lady might not have said, wrote a letter of apology - today I meet him - we look at each other and finally he says: I will never forget. I just wrote to him, reminding him of my letter of apology and saying - never forgive - and so be it.

Our first encounter was years ago when he remarked on the sandals I was wearing on a chilly day - later we met again - he never had much time for me but rushed up to the young waitressed to hold them in long, loving embraces - I did comment occasionally, but they told me they loved it. Well, when I was a waitress at 21 I would not have tolerated being squeezed at length by customers - though I did succumb to the charms of the young man who had started at the hotel as a dish washer and risen to the rank of assistant manager. Three years later he married me - a story I have written about. Also did succumb to the charms of the much older Alex in Paris. Never accepted casual squeezes from men. Some of me is a feminist. Women don't go up to men and casually squeeze them - or perhaps there are some who do. Enough of the topic. I never have.

Once again a proof how words can effect people - obviously his few unpleasant words - revenge! - effected me - glad for my blog to deal with it.

I had wanted to mention yesterday my feat of the day - reaching within a couple of minutes a very pleasant represantative at Verizon - this phone company that is fleecing us and loathe to do repairs, telling us the copper wring has become too expensive and we should soon forget land lines. In my pocket my cell phone - trying to get used toit before I get too old and also before landlines will be declared obsolete like so much else. I feel obsolete. For my cell phone and ipad that I still have not learned how to use - now AT & T is fleecing me - who, when I moved in with Paco in 1973 charged for his wall phone that he used very little - $12 a month.

I don't study bills often enough - did study my Verizon bill - unbelievable how many charges there are - had contracted with them when they offered for $17 a month forever permanent wi-fi connection (my sons in Massachusetts pay a small fortune for their connections that are not even reliable) - and I was reluctant to disconnect until I got a new computer - still working on it - because I might not be able to get it again - look at my bill and suddenly it is $24.99 - then I see two $8 charges that are nebulous - look at the five pages of the bill, no phone number to call. Find one in an old address book. Of course get a machine - by the time I say payment I get: I don't understand you - machines cannot deal with accents - I keep pressing 0 and lo and behold on comes a polite Jerry - tells tme the phone company noticed their error in billing me for wi-fi and will give me credit in two installments - one $3 and one $5 (they don't let go of money easily) - one $8 charge unnecxessary - the other were I to stop paying it would block my phone for long distance calls - now I mostly use the cell phone with unlimited calling in the U.S. (don't know about Canada) - and when I call Europe I use a prefix - but still want to be able to use phone for the occasional long distance call - like when cell phone says: call cannot be completed. Still, the amoiunt of money I pay every month for "communication" is absurd, many many many times the $12 a month we paid for the phone on the wall in 1973.

I try to explain to the anti-blog friends why I need a blog - last not least - they never answer their cell phones - in no way willing to listen to my trivia of the day, as this here computer is. I decided one great virtue of French Christine was answering calls promptly - the Aristocrat - yes, Christine I do miss you and if calling a cell phone in Paris would not be ridiculously expensive, I would enjoy talking to you. Hope you are doing well. And if you were to send me a snail mail letter - it seems you have given up on the computer - I might answer. Does not seem to occur to you. I am quite sick and tired of the answering machines that promise a prompt reply - a reply that never comes - and also of so many people who anser calls and messages with great delays. I do answer calls and messages promptly - also most emails - part of the aristocratic me. Not always there, alas.

I have come to realize, the longer I make these messages, the less response I get - and I understand. When I used to write long letters people often told me I overwhelm them - they feel they must write a long letter back and so they never write. When I would happen to meet them they told me how much they anjoyed my letter and how sorry they are never to have answered. Of course many of them would write drafts for letters, find writing difficult, only send out a perfect letter - that never came to be. In French: Vive la difference - long live difference, we all are different and that is what makes life interesting - no clones yet.

Today 40 miles an hour wind gusts are predicted - once again - making me reluctant to go out - last not least they make loose - air conditioners? - and what not, fall. I see the sun is shining - yesterday I did enjoy my outing to the Polish church - where first one of the many Poles who like other foreigners have spent their lives in their communities - often happier than I am - and barely learned any English - a not very happy looking woman - immediately vehemently waved me off when I tried sitting down next to her, she was alone at a big round table. My Czech friends in Prague told me I look like an "Americhanka" - that was what I must have looked to her - still of the generation when women got their hair set once a week and carefully kept every strand in place. Later an English woman came - of Slovak background, also every hair in place and she sat down next to her but started talking to me in English. The pay there is $1.25 - a small container of skim milk, a slice of bread with a pat of butter, canned fruit, soup, yesterday 5 pierogi with cole slaw - I took the milk, to use with a canned soup I bought that suggests skimmed milk - the bread and butter and three pierogi and most of the cole slaw home - the woman next to me had a container - I used the dishes it had come in.

It was from the squatters I learned going to churches for meals - I remember being in Vermont, excellent food and being welcomed - so many people love cooking - my friend! - and they do need appreciative eaters. It was my Polish neighbor here who died who first took me to that church - East 7th Street, between 1st Avenue and Avenue A - and yesterday I glimpsed a sign saying that some fund for the elderly is supporting this (Trump will look to it that it gets cut) -  these Catholic churches do have quite extensive properties, Parish housing and extensive basements with full kitchens (the food I ate yesterday comes from some Polish restaurant in Brooklyn) - there are I believe ten large round tables and they are not filled. Mostly Polish is spoken. There are many activities, twice a week Tai Chi - I may check that out.

At the Catholic Worker a lot of food comes from donations and is not as fresh as the food in the church. It is free and "the ladies" are mostly homeless women and some assistance with their problems is also provided  - I would have enjoyed helping with that but it was clearly indicasted - not my domaine. Once I visited a woman in a hospital and was severly rebuked by a Suzette - this woman is my territory, you have no business visiting her. I took the strong hint - though I had askwd Jane for permission and gotten it. More about this some other time.

At the CW there are proper dishes and silver - at the church all is plastic and thrown away - no dishes to be washed. At a Protestant church on 2nd Ave and 7th Street there were dishes and silver ware - an excellent dish washer - dishes on a belt going through it - no endless washing by hand as at the cw - work to be done by people like me.

From the church I took enough food home for my dinner. Then I passed by Weill Cornell where I had gone for physical therapy - so strongly recommended by my fried who has medicaid that pays for it - I got a $93 bill for a useless examination of my feet, neuropathy had already earlier been found - and yesterday I asked, what would co pay be on my physical therpay sessions - and was told the hospital charged medicare $400 for a 30 minute session - I still cannot believe that - sadly Trump does have some points - and since I had no supplemental, as I should - I would be charged 20% - this could come to $80 per session - thank God I've only gone for two and already had cancelled the ones scheduled - no one had warned me - this may cost me $160 plus 93 - 253? - for something totally useless - I cannot believe it - have not paid bills before and gotten endless call from collection agencies and threats and my bank told me I had lousy credit rating - infuriating. I'm glad my GP - who had told me physiotherapy in my case was useless, but my friend who did on medicaid get it for free is such anthusiast for it - it helps some people but I also met a few who have been hurt - I am stunned.

I came home and fell asleep. Too much. Then headed for Washington Square Park - beautiful warm weather, called my sweet grandson who works nearby and who came promptly - he so enlightens my day and is so aware of all the - let's call it bullshit - going on - needs n o explanations - one of the very few people who understands me and treets me kindly - makes up for all the slights and indignities I encounter as the old and somewhat weird old woman that I am - alas he did not have very much time, but every minute was a pleasure - then I handwrote an essay - about anger, rage, becoming a favorite topic - stopped at an exhibit at Grey Galleries, Inventing Downtown - I had stopped there earlier, called my Grandson to tell him about it - it's about the artists who turned the Lower East Side - a poor looked down upon slum into today's East Village - my friend Paco had been one of them and while I sadly never got into visual arts - yesterday read about the great teachers Bush had who now is an artist - also never learned about music, dance - my childhood under Hitler robbed me of a lot - still, I recommedned to him to see it.

Came home to my shot of espresso, some cake I had left, what I had brought from the church - messages to my friend unanswered - read, read, a lot of it interesting - at last an interesting phone call - phantastic things happening - slept fairly well - in the morning my healthy muesli, nyt, coffe and cake for $2.75 at Moishe's bakery, brief talk with Yougoslav woman - and hereI am - 11:15  decision - go to the church - perhaps   adios Marianne: