Bikram went well this morning. I love this community. We greet each other by name; I got four hugs. Some people consider hugging select people part of their before or after yoga routine. I was on the floor again, but I can feel my body get straighter. I can feel more action around my scapula. This started yesterday when I was on the sofa. The sensation was so pronounced at times, I looked up the symptoms for heart attacks in women.
Nothing has gotten the fact that Mike is lost to me through as much using his car has. I couldn't remember where he was; I had lost him. There are different parts of my brain that have to reconcile all this information. I suppose at some point, his loss will become part of my new normal.
I did some chores. I went to Costco, got gas, and picked up some items, including more salad. When I got home, I selected the polo shirts Jean and John want me to send: only black, blue, green, and brown. I put those shirts in a bag and moved it into the library to be near the box of books I want to pack and get ready for shipping. I actually packed up a box. I'll ship out the shirts and the books on Monday. I also emptied one of the bags in the freezer from when the house was fumigated. I need to sit down more than I like, but that's what it is for now. I also went down and picked a bucket of limes and washed them.
I played a lot of FreeCell and did a bit of writing on Chapter 2 of my book on teaching reading. At 4 pm. I jumped into the shower to get ready to leave at 4:30pm for the Habitat Gala. The executive director, Patrick Hurney, invited me and whomever else I wanted to ask. That was Judy and Yvette. Judy picked me up, and we drove there together. Yvette had been attending a yoga workshop in the afternoon and came on her own.
Judy and I were almost the first ones there. Pat had told me it started at 5 pm, and we were there then. Nothing was going on except the silent auction. Judy and I wandered up and down the donation tables seeing what was available. I found Yvette had offered one massage. I wrote, "She's fantastic!!" on top of her sign-up sheet.
We had been told that there would be a tribute to Michael. He was the president of the board of directors at the time of his death. Unfortunately, we weren't told when that tribute would occur. Fortunately, I had my phone ready on video. Once I registered that it was happening NOW, I was able to catch most of it.
The speaker was the current board president who had been active when Mike was around. He spoke about how he came into the room like a whirlwind; he had so much energy. He said that it wouldn't be accurate to say that he turned everything upside down because he did so much more. Mike completely reorganized the administrative structure of Habitat. His managerial skills were off the charts. While the speaker was talking about Mike, pictures of him flashed on the video screen. Several of the photographs showed him at the blitz build. I visited him on that build. He was like a kid. He thought being involved with Habitat was the most fun ever. The speaker said that some people retire and don't get off their duffs, but it was the exact opposite with Mike. He was busy and enjoyed every moment of it. He said he should have been born rich so he could always have volunteered. He had never been happier in his life.
After the dinner, which was delicious by the way, it started to rain. Now that's unusual for the beachfront. Judy and I hightailed it out of there. Since Judy was driving, I had chosen not to take a purse with me. I did take my cell phone because I wanted to video the tribute to Mike. Judy carried my phone in her bag. We were commenting as we went to the car that we had to make sure that I took my cell phone. Once in the car, I looked in her purse to get my phone, but it wasn't there. Could we have dropped it? Could I have left it at the table? I thought I will take her cell phone with me and call my phone along the way. Judy said to try it now in the car to see if it's there. Sure enough, it rang. We still couldn't find it. But Judy felt a buzzing feeling under her. It must have slipped out of her purse as she got in the car. It was easy to retrieve. All's well that ends well.
When I got home, I wrote today's' entry and watched some tv on my computer. I should really go into the library and continue sorting books.
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