As usual, I slept like a baby. When I woke up, my glute and leg were in A-1 condition. I did a regular morning walk with Elsa. I drove to Bikram with Yvette. The class went well, and I was able to walk out without a problem. After yoga, she dropped me a JAWS where my broken-down car was parked, and then she followed me to Toyota next door. I explained that I didn’t just want to know what’s wrong, but I also wanted to know if enough was right with the car to make it worthwhile sinking money in it for repairs. Yvette drove me home.
I drove Mike’s car for the first time. Jeannie was on the phone with me as I started to drive. It was tough. I know he’s gone, but I also don’t know he’s gone. I can imagine that he’s out somewhere. His car sits out on the street instead of in the driveway, where he parked it. However, when driving his car in the past, I always knew where he was. We had to make arrangements so I could drive it. I found my mind searching to figure out/remember where he was supposed to be. I felt a little like the way I feel when I can’t remember a name. That’s what this felt like. Mike was lost. I gave myself some relief pretending for a moment that it was my dementia that blocked my remembering where he said he would be. It all made me feel leaden, tired.
I left for school feeling excited, but the leaden feeling lasted, and the kids were of no help. D., who I hoped would have made more progress with the work we did last Friday, was still having problems. Blending is a big problem for him. I have shown him cross-body blending, but he doesn’t use it. Very frustrating. I begged him to use it. I think once he gets the sequencing into his body, he will do much better. Sometimes, he uses his left hand instead of his right and touches his right shoulder first instead of his left. His sense of directionality is a problem.
Both N. and B. were tired for some reason. Mrs. D. says it’s because these kids stay up all night playing video games. (Hey, parents, lock up their toys at night.) N. said he could hear sounds better, and he did much better on the week’s spelling list without much help from me. The lesson was on -er,-ar, -or, er, -ur, -ear, a challenging and confusing pattern. I showed them both some tricks for remembering different spelling for the same sounds, like turn. This lesson had no order to the words; the patterns were scattered all through the lesson. Ow! B. was so tired, and out of it, I doubt that our work accomplished much.
I went home. I was tired; I napped and did a little reading. My back started bothering me again. I think I see a cause: lying on my love seat/anti-gravity chair.
Yvette and I had our first appointment with our new family therapist. While we are not mother and daughter, we have been in each other’s lives all of her life, and we have played important roles for each other. Adjusting to our new roles as equal adults hasn’t been smooth. I doubt we are the first pair with this problem. We gave one the same age in that we are both prepared to hear the other one’s point of view and make an effort to work on the issues between us. Sometimes, it helps to have a third person present to help translate. Let’s see how this family therapist works out. While Yvette and I are doing so much better, we look forward to even greater strides. We both believe that working this through will be beneficial for us as individuals, even if we never achieve the relationship we both want.
The expression is the love conquerors all. I have a new one: Laughter conquerors all. One day Yvette made a funny comment about our difficulties. We both laughed. It changed everything.
After the session, we went to Kona Crust, Yvette’s favorite pizza parlor. I ate two slices. They were delicious, but two slices are way more than I usually ate. I was tired when I got home. I watched the last episode of Doc Martin and went to bed.
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