I went to bed at 11, setting the alarm for 8. I wasn't going to the regular 7:30 yoga class. Today, I had JJ's small group instruction at 9:30.
I finally called my Microsoft support service. They have called me repeatedly to tell me that my computer needs to be updated. Now this group is licensed by Microsoft to provide assistance, but it is not actually Microsoft. My Word service ran out while Mike was in the hospital a year ago when they first discovered he had serious kidney disease. He wasn't on dialysis yet; they were trying to figure out why he had kidney failure. He had none of the usual causes.
While sitting in the hospital room with him, my Word stopped working. I was told to call a specific number, which I did. I had no idea what I was doing, but I have to say it seems to have worked out all right. I bought a lifetime license to use Microsoft Word, and they tracked me down when I needed service.
In March, they called. I told them my husband had died and couldn't deal with my computer at this point. They called again yesterday. I finally called them back. They took over my computer and did something with it. Hope they know what they're doing. It took almost 2 hours to do the work. In the end, they told me I had to renew my service contract. It had expired a while back, but they had extended the service because I had told them Mike had died. I'll let you know if there is a problem with identity thief.
While they were working remotely on the computer, I vacuumed the lanai carpet, getting up stains. Think I found another pee spot. This girl doesn't tell me when she has to go out. If I go to the bathroom, she'll follow me in and stand by the door to the back lanai. That's the only way I know. Fortunately, I go to the bathroom frequently.
I want to sing the praises of my vacuum cleaner. I love it for washing floors. It's a Rainbow vacuum cleaner; it functions as a wet/dry vac, which may or may not do the same job. I doubt it because the suction on the Rainbow is pretty impressive. I use it to wash my white tile floors. I pour water on the floor and vacuum it up with the floor attachment. The white grout is white because the dirty water doesn't sit there. What I have discovered recently is if I pour water on the carpet and suck it up with the furniture attachment, I get a fantastic amount of dirt out.
I tried to contact Square. Josh helped me get the app on my phone. Yvette tried to help me set it up but was flummoxed by the steps. I called customer support. I need a verification number. Can't figure out how to get that. I can't call customer support without it. Now what?
I organized the papers I was going to need today. I had to Xerox documents for Yvette, Damon, and Karin from Genworth, providing an amendment to my contract with the company saying that I was entitled to over 600,000 in long-term care and didn't have to pay any more premiums because we had purchased survivorship benefits. I also grabbed the POA from the Estate planning booklet and a few more copies of the Affidavit of Collection to Xerox because they may suffice with the credit card companies.
I am thinking about Mike more in a conscious, deliberate way. I talk to him a lot. He is watching over me, at least I prefer to think so. He's concerned about my driving and about my food intake. I assure him I'm eating well enough to maintain my health. Stop worrying. He did that a lot when he was alive.
I am thinking more about getting the book he was writing together for publication. Besides worrying about a title, I do hope he completed the bibliography. If he didn't, I'm screwed. There is no way I can figure all that out. I wrote the rector of the seminary, asking if he knew of anyone who'd be interested in helping me with getting it published. No answer. I don't know quite what that means, but I have decided to call the seminary receptionist and put out an APB. Maybe one of the teachers there who worked with him would be willing to help me. But before I do that, I better see what I have to work with. Is there a title? Is there a bibliography?
The small group yoga class with JJ started at 9:30 and was supposed to end at 11. He showed each of us how to make minor adaptations. I was good for the first half of the class. I thought he was only going to cover 1/3 of the asanas, but no, he planned to go through all twenty-six postures. After an hour, he said any questions. I said, "Can I go home?" I had had enough, physically, and mentally. I thought I would just lie there and absorb. What I absorbed was sleep. I must have needed it. Looking forward to incorporating the instructions I could use in my practice. I learned to use my upper chest more for breathing. I've always been an abdominal breather. I was also using my back and my side muscles; I'm weak in using my upper chest. It made an immediate difference in my shoulders. All the suggestions he made I can use. I was looking forward to the changes in my body.
Christa, the studio owner, was there with her 3-year-old son, Miles. She invited me to lunch. She asked me where I wanted to go. "Your house because I would love to see what you do with your house, given what you have done with the studio." She said her house looks nothing like the studio, and I would be disappointed. I'm not expecting it to look like the studio, but I was hoping to see evidence of her eye for decoration. Unless she treats her home as one of the shoemakers' children, there will be something that will delight my eye.
My first stop was the parish office to drop off frying pans, and other cooking implements that I had already decided to get rid of. When I was there the other day dropping off Zola's dishes, Cynthia told me about this woman who had recently left her husband, moved into a house, and had nothing. I thought maybe she can come to take a look through the pantry. I hate to throw it all out, but I will never use Mike's full food stock. I haven't done anything with it yet. Brenda said, 'Throw it all out. If you give it to someone, you risk legal problems if someone gets sick.' Oh, well, I don't like to throw out anything.
Off to the bank to deposit the refund check from Genworth, my long term care insurer. The teller had to check with her superior. You won't believe how complex this all was and how long it took just to deposit a check. I even already had the deposit slip filled out, and the check endorsed. The problem was that it was over a certain amount. I said, "I just want to deposit it." She finally told me it would take 3 days for the check to clear because it was from the mainland and so large. Huh? Doesn't it always take 3 days for a check to clear? I guess not. With electronic improvements, everything can happen instantly. They printed out a document for me that said that only $200 was available immediately. Okay.
I went home, showered, did MELT and used the Tiger Tail, boiled more pots of water for the weeds, and edited a blog post getting it ready to send it out. I tried to call Square. Same problem. I followed directions for getting the verification code, but I couldn't figure it out. I need help from customer support, but can't get the help I need. Hmmm!
My 3 o'clock client texted to ask for a later time. I told him that wouldn't work for me because I was going to hula practice at 4:30. I went down for a nap and woke up at 5:30. So much for hula practice.
Yvette came up to use the dryer. I cried out, "I'm on the pot." She said, "I'll be right in." I replied, "I think I can still handle this on my own." Who knows how long I'll be able to say that. She dipped into my chocolate stash. I'm not overeating but gaining weight. Any guesses why?
I walked Elsa came home and worked on notes for today's blog. I watched DCI Banks, ate dinner, and cataloged some books. I took Elsa for the final walk of the evening, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I said, "Goodnight, Elsa. Goodnight, Mike."
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