I had some weird dreams about housing and bathrooms as I lay in bed before I got up. The house was small and cramped with limited sleeping spaces and many people looking for places to sleep. That one was new. I have no idea what motivated it. The bathroom dreams I frequently have. They involve me looking for a functioning bathroom and not finding one. My mind has created some weird dysfunctional toilets, let me tell you. But these dreams are functional. It means I have to go pee, and my nonconscious mind it trying to wake me up and get me in action to get to the working toilet 6 feet from my bedside.
I emailed Raymond James for the street address of the bank so I could fill out the change of account for direct deposit paperwork for the NJ pension and benefits department. They had a tough time finding the street address. Most companies don’t ask for that much detail.
I got a good stretch on the inside of my left leg in Bikram today. A whole new world. We’ll see. The class was full today, 24. I’m delighted. It means it’s worthwhile keeping the studio open. At the end of class, the woman next to me asked me if I had sciatica and offered to a massage. A: I don’t have sciatica. B: Yvette, my goddaughter, is a massage therapist; C: I see a chiropractor regularly. I suppose approaching people that way is a good business move, but I don’t like it.
When I got home, I threw Scott’s and my Bikram stuff in the washing machine, called the NJ Pensions retirement department for some other information I needed for the form. I gave Mike’s social security number instead of mine when I was actually filling out the form for myself.
I called Jean. She did damage her foot when she stumbled on the uneven ground while showing Damon how they were using the new garage for storing her files. She went to a doctor to see if surgery would facilitate healing. The surgeon said that it wouldn’t make that difference, and she would have to be off her foot altogether for 2 months. Using the boot to promote the healing will take longer, but at least she will be able to take some short walks around the block with John in the beautiful weather of summer.
While I was on the phone with Jean, I told her about Dorothy celebrating her birthday with lunch with some friends. LUNCH! I had a luncheon appointment for 11:30 with Pat and Isabel from Habitat. I rushed to get dressed. I didn’t have time to shower. I desperately tried to call Pat to tell him I would be late. I called Habitat, repeatedly, dialing every extension in sequence, trying to get hold of someone who could help me reach him. I spoke to someone at the Restore. He didn’t have the contact information and proposed leaving Pat a note. I don’t think he quite understood what the problem was.
When I finally arrived at the restaurant, I rushed to the elevator to get upstairs to the restaurant where we agreed to meet. While I was waiting for the elevator, Pat and Isabel approached me. Apparently, Mis, the restaurant we were going to eat at, wasn’t open until 12 pm. We ate at Daylight Mind.
I had a wonderful time. Pat and Isabel told me they wanted my permission to do something to commemorate Mike. Mike had a substantial impact on Habitat here in Hawaii. He reorganized the organization, much to its benefit. Besides that, I pretty much dominated the conversation telling funny stories. I’ve lost my appreciative audience when I lost Mike. If I’m around people who don’t laugh, I forget I’m funny. Now, that would be a tragedy. My sense of humor keeps me balanced.
Ann Marie came into the restaurant long after we arrived. I asked her if she would like to join us. Lo and behold, she came for that purpose. I got to know her a little better, which I enjoyed.
I left at 1:30. In the parking lot, I realized I would be home just in time for my tutoring client. Numbers and time are not my strong suit. I was so tired from the luncheon, I just wanted to sleep. She canceled; I slept.
When I got up, I played FreeCell, worked on the blog, walked Elsa, shower, did MELT, ate dinner while reading The Second Mountain.
While working on the cataloging tonight, I found a three-ring binder with a book Mike worked on. This is the one I knew he was writing, Introduction to Foundations in Theology, based on the courses he taught at the Josephinum Seminary. The book on the diaconate came as a complete surprise. I have to wonder why he shared so little of me. I, in contrast, am a constant font of information about myself. No surprise there, I’ll bet. I like sharing. I expect others to share. While I’m a great talker, I’m not bad as a listener, either. I’ve had to work to get that skill under my belt, but I’m reasonably accomplished by now.
I will have to ask Mike Berstene if this book is also in the drop box. I don’t want to bother him at this point because he hasn’t even gotten back to me about the Paulist’s Press response to Mike’s book on the diaconate. They have agreed to read it and consider it, but that’s the last I heard.
