Bowen Family Systems Theory
Dateline: Las Vegas Paris Sportsbook International Branch Office. Just put my twenty on my team to win over 59 games this season. Usually, I put my twenty on them to win the pennant. Odds 500 to 1. I’m pretty sure the bet taker doesn’t even register my bet. The cashier merely winks at his co-workers and pockets the money. But this time I could bet only on them winning 59 out of 162 games. Happy Dance.
Dateline: Dateline: the Big Thicket State Forest. Really. I can promise that this retreat spot is “big,” because there is no Starbucks within reasonable driving distance. Pizza delivery is but a distant dream. It’s a “thicket,” because I’m surrounded by tall trees spewing allergens in a bonfire pattern. (Kind reader, as you might suspect, this wasn’t my idea and this will not be the last you hear of this weekend of terror.)
Stress. Get a Grip, More >
Get a Grip, Part 3
Dateline: St. David’s North Austin Medical Center Mobile International Branch Office. Currently I’m waiting to be fitted with one of those hideous, heavy boots. Why do I burden you, kind reader, with this minutia?
Because I am the poster child for the Stress Prone Personality (SPP) of the GET A GRIP Series.
Back in early November, I had an “event” on the first day of a week in San Francisco. I’m at the medical center because I approached the event (stupid jump off a boulder) More >
Dateline: North Austin Medical Center. Not my second home yet. But close to being my second DFW Airport.
Set-up: To bring you up to speed, check the Banquet of Consequences.
So, I’m in the office of the gastro-enterologist. He’s showing me pictures of the ulcers in my esophagus and stomach. (Professional driver. Do not try this at home.) I lean in and brightly ask, “Didn’t you mean to say that a very tiny percentage of people end up with a fatal self-inflicted pizza bomb?”
That’s when he started thumbing through medical books to provide me More >
Dateline: Threadgill’s International Branch Office. Chatting with Eddie Wilson, the man who set up Willie Nelson’s First Fourth of July Picnic. At a later time, I’ll address the mental and physical reminders of that spectacular event. We could start with a study of the effects of second-hand pot smoke. But, it was Willie’s party.
Well, here I am at the banquet of consequences and I write about it, because, alas, I am not alone. (Here’s where you take a look in the mirror, or at More >
Dateline: American Airlines Flight 2251, DFW to Los Cabos (SJD). This is the flight once taken by the Rudest Woman Ever in the Air.
Notice: The next set up entries will be a genuine search for ways to save the stomach lining`. Tests came back . . . well, not so good. I can’t believe I’m the only one who needs a wake up call. Thus, some serious unstressing is ahead. But first, one more just for fun.
Set-up: Compliment time. After all the unplanned travel adventures, including the six hours on the plane in Houston Bush International on a trip from More >
Dateline: Cabo San Lucas Hilton International Branch Headquarters. Best value for obsessively collected Hilton points. Note: the real resort people wear something called “resort wear.” I took that to mean cargo shorts and flip-flops, so half right.
Set-up: Each of us has a basic self that rests deep inside. Our ethics, values, and beliefs. This is the part of us that we’ve formed based on “best thinking.” Makes us humans sound pretty great, right? Well, hang on. Each of us also has a pseudo self, that is the part of us that is formed by “emotional pressure from within ourselves, or More >