So last night Lisa springs on me that I am actually the one that has to take Johnnie to Brooklyn's house where her little sister is celebrating her 4th Birthday party. That would be because it starts at 11 AM and her piano lessons start at 11:30. Smh Smh. She knows stuff like this is out of my comfort zone yet she keeps passing it on to me. Examples? Oh how about the playdate with Rose at Penmar being the most recent example... Still, how can I not do it? Johnnie had been talking on and on about seeing Brooklyn this weekend. You know we make fun that the two of those kids are already fated to know each other for life. She already considers him her boyfriend LOL LOL. You never know how something like that pans out later on in life you know? And so the bottom line is that Lisa dropped Johnnie off around 10 AM because she had stuff to do with her contractors. Shocking I know. And despite my initial reaction of hesitancy, I did get myself mentally prepared and from 11:30 until 1:30 which was when Lisa finally came over I was actually glad I came. The kids, Johnnie and Brooklyn, had a great time together. And I'm simply going to let pictures do the talking here...
No question these 2 are all about pure cuteness together. When Lisa came I went on home and that should have been that for the day. I, in fact, had a nice meditation morning this morning and got myself in a good state. Which is why I don't understand that there must be some part of me that insists on fucking that up. Why else would Lisa call me 3 times between 4 and 10 PM bugging about her constant discomfort with internal infections?! At first I was sympathetic. I could sense she was merely in an anxious state, no different than the state I was in when I would check myself in to Cedars-Sinai thinking I was having a heart attack or some other kind of cardiac event. I managed to get her to calm down the first time. She called again and it was much harder. By 10 PM she had decided to go to the doctor tomorrow and was calling to see if I could take care of Johnnie. Now it had gotten out of control. SHE had gotten out of control. I get that she is in discomfort. But not enough to go to the ER. She simply is not able to handle not being in control, not of her own body, but all she has to do is manage her state and she would feel a whole lot better. Basically I told her to simply get some reason and although I never said it, what I meant was, get out of your head you kook and I'm not watching Johnnie simply because you've become some kind of hypochondriac. That's just stupid. I'm playing golf dammit. No way I'm letting Lisa's neurosis fuck that up. What I did when I got myself calmed down was to send her healing energy. And I think it was enough. I didn't call her to check. But I bet she's feeling better now. We'll see...
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