I never ever know what to expect when I go to Pearl’s to pick up Pearl the dog, or I go to Pearl’s Busy Nest. The only thing I know for sure is that Pearl the dog has to go a lot, and I am the only one who won’t forget to take her.
I do have something else on my mind, today. Ever since I started helping Grace with her Dear Grace letters, kids are starting to look at me funny I didn’t realize so many kids had a bunch of problems. Pearl said as long as I was discreet, it would all be okay. That reminds me, I forgot to look up discreet in the dictionary.
Well, I’m not there yet, but I almost am.
Hi Pearl, I’m here…are you?”
“Yes, Dear, I haven’t left for my Busy Nest yet. Grace went over there to hold down the fort for a while. I needed a little time to figure out my life. (She was being all mellon dramatic.) I’ve learned a lot about mental health in this job, and I have so many symptoms and let’s not even talk about the issues.
“Hmhm, ” I nodded my head. I’ve learned the best thing to do when you’re doing light therapy is to let the client do most of the talking. It was not a problem with Pearl as long as she was on the client end.
“How did I end up like this? How! How! How!”
“Tell me more,” I said.
“I’ve wasted my life. I don’t even know who I am.”
I almost said, you’re Pearl the human, but I didn’t feel that would be very theraputical. I got her a box of Kleenex, looked her straight in the eye, and let her keep on talking.
I let her ramble a while…and then she said this! “You and Grace get all those letters every day, and all I get is a bunch of crazy people! I fear some of them have heavier problems than I can handle.”
“Well,” I said. “You are going to have to get used to talking to crazy people or pack it in Pearl, because they’re the ones who need light therapy.” (I knew my voice was kind of shaky. I was getting attached to some of those people…especially the green Siamese witches.)
Pearl wears white when she’s depressed
Pearl was actually silent for a minute. “I have reached into the dark crevices of my mind today, Essie, and I now have the answers. I need to put a window in my closet turned into an office. I have decorated every bit of space. I can’t even stand up without hitting my head on something. Yes, that’s it, Essie. I’m just claustrophobic.”
There’s another word I will have to look up.
Pearl got up and told me I was a good motivational speaker and she was going to have me write this stuff down and maybe later she could get invited to a PTA meeting to speak. “All the real crazy people go to Rapid City, right?”
I told her I guessed they still did. Then Pearl the dog and I went for a very long walk. I talked to her about all of it. Now I know what Pearl the human means by petting therapy. Pearl the dog has good sense.