Heather is an excellent instructor, giving me corrections that are specific to my body. The other day she stood over me as I lay on my back and adjusted my head. I tilt my chin slightly to the right. She moved my chin to the left, altering the angle and placement of my head and neck. I felt an immediate difference. I played with it in all my actions for the rest of the day. I walked in this morning and said, “Look at this!” I move my chin slightly to the left, and she immediately saw how it affected my whole body, right down to the weight distribution between my feet. She said we are ‘body nerds.” Ah, that’s what I am. Most people wouldn’t see what I am doing, no less be as quick to pick up on it as she is. She is a wonder and a joy for me.
Yesterday, I climbed a set of stairs going to the dentist. As I went up, I placed my left foot on the step, then adjusted my head and neck and pushed up. No pain! No discomfort! My ‘weak’ leg worked. It seems it was weak not because of some hip problem but because of improper weight distribution.
When I woke up this morning, I found a long note from Kathrin. I sent her my blog. A friend of hers warned her that I mentioned her in the blog and had talked about our disagreement. He had a protective reaction, as my friends and family were protective of me. He was afraid I was trash-talking her. I still don’t know where he heard this information. The only person I know who is receiving the blog that he might know is one person from Bikram. I am dying of curiosity. There is some implication that people have passed on the blog to friends. Maybe, but then maybe not. Once this is published as a real blog, that will be another matter.
Kathrin and I had a long talk about many things. I did realize that I had written some things that she might not be comfortable with: not judgmental things, just information about friends, and what she does. I was alarmed. Fortunately, I am way behind, and we were able to correct those passages. In the future, I will check with her whenever I write anything about her. While I don’t trash-talk, I may still be violating a boundary.
Kathrin and I talked about many things today. She does not relate to me as a different species of a human being because of our 48-year age difference. I think some people might find that offensive, but I love it. I prefer equal relationships. However, we both realize that there is a way we can never be equal. This is my home. If push comes to shove, I get the last word. Fortunately for both of us, pushing and shoving are not my thing. I would rather negotiate with equals before declaring war.
I had a follow up dental appointment today. Two cavities had to be filled. After that, I tried to do some chores. I drove to the post office. When I got there, the line was long, long, long, and there was a note on the door saying,” Sorry, our internet is down. We can only accept cash, no credit cards.” That was enough for me. I turned tail and headed home. Then I decided to drop off the plaque Mike received when he was ordained, declaring him a deacon and a binder on church stewardship. Father Lio was in the office. I gave him the plaque. He asked if I didn’t want it. No. I have no place for it. I will save the official letter he received.
While I was there, I asked how much I will owe for the burial plot. Nothing. All Catholics are entitled to free burial. I told him I was going to order the headstone next week. There is only one company that makes gravestones on the whole island. When I called the guy to make an appointment, he said, “Maybe Wednesday or Friday. Check with me in the morning to see if I’m free.” How does he run a business with that attitude? If he is the only business providing headstones on the whole island, he can call the shots.
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Musings: I’m putting this separately so those who are not interested can choose not to read it.
Writing the blog does wonders for me. It may come as a surprise to no one, but I love words and putting ideas into words. Next, I like expressing my ideas. Third, and perhaps most importantly, the writing draws my attention to the details of my life. If I weren’t doing it, I might sink into depression, thinking about how little I do every day and how life is slipping past me.
I remember once when I was depressed in the 60s. I felt my life a complete waste of time. I started writing down the details of what I did: I got up, I brushed my teeth, I took a shower, I brushed my hair, I got dressed, I made a cup of coffee, I drank it, etc. Just detailing these mundane moments lifted my spirits. I wasn’t doing nothing. I suspect this impact is not on the conscious mind but on my nonconscious mind; it’s not as fussy about what is getting done as the conscious mind.
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