As many of the you know, this particular tourist season was hell in the city I live in. Today, I write and tell you that the atrocious tents are coming down. Finally! I can actually walk to the incubation lab I work in, in less than 15 minutes. A few weeks ago it took me nearly 20 minutes just to cross town.

Now,it takes almost half that, which is so great! I also scored a pair of olive green blundstones at a local store so I have lots of color choices for the Winter when & if it comes.

The other thing that is on my mind, is the # of dog deaths keeps climbing & they don’t know the cause so our sweetie is at home quarantined until they figure it out. No, socializing with other doggo’s for now.

The end of the Summer has been nice, we finally had people over for BBQ last weekend & it was fun & long. But it was fun to finally have someone over that hadn’t seen our house before.

Other than that I am good, lots going on for which I won’t comment in the blog. You’ll just have to wait & see. Sorry for the long wait between entries, life has been pretty hectic.

The most disturbing thing to come out on the media this week is that we have essentially run out of food & resources to keep us alive on the planet. Something that is disturbing even though it’s true. By running out of natural resources so early in the year means that food in countries where I live will most likely go up price.

Here in Norway they are thinking of marking food as good for the planet & so on. Something that should have happened years ago. I don’t think your frozen pizza fits in that catergory. Also, they are taking stock of what farmers are doing, & how they have contributed to global warming & the current climate crisis.

I feel like I am sitting in a car or bus going thru a tunnel & I don’t have my seatbelt on. What will be at the other end of the tunnel scares me to think to about. What will we do when the true crisis strikes. I have heard some theories about that, like being on a boat in the ocean, there’s nothing left to fish but plastic. The ultra rich think that living in a bunker in the middle of nowhere is the solution.

I wonder everyday what the planet will look like in 30 years, but at the rate we are going now that time may be a much closer than we’d like to think. Maybe I should start thinking about the world in dog years. For every year we live we spend resources for 7 of them. That means we’ll run out of resources Fast.

It also means the globe may have a good 12 years left, instead of 30. No, we have pushed too hard on this world, & it’s had enough. I think in the end we will extinct ourselves by wasting the precious little we have left on food waste or a dump. Something half the globe has turned into.

So, intially I thought I’d not have to write about this but I decided after last night that I should. I had initially started to see a therapist in a practice, & after very few sessions she tells me she can’t be my therapist after the end of May. I also really found her promising but such is murphy’s law.

I tell my GP that I would very much like a therapist & he calls me back pretty late one night & tells me that all the *free* therapists are all male & that there isn’t any female therapists available at the moment.

I tried therapy with the new one therapist in the private practice but she was really Green & had terrible table manners, making the sessions unpleasant. They also wanted to charge me $200 a sessions for a text book therapist straight out of medical school.

If you’re wondering what I did, I went back to my reliable, responsible therapist in the States. Sometimes when there’s system failure that’s what ends up happening. I am glad I did, I can rely on her & she knows me so there’s not any of that awkward, weird session stuff that always seem to be the case with a new therapist.

I feel pretty good, but frustrated in this healthcare system for all, that falls gravely short on people with mental illness. It’s a national shame that there isn’t more socially responsibility around this matter here in Norway. I am at awe, but not for the reason I couldn’t find a therapist, that my doctor couldn’t either. Now, that’s not right.

Also, what gave me hope was that my old, reliable therapist took me back. Something I am over the moon over & grateful. Sometimes you’re better off going with what you know, than trying something new.