Jean called while I was still in bed. I finally got up around nine after a good night's sleep.
Shivani and Sidney were gone. I had promised to do the dishes. I was emptying the dishwasher when the door opened, and Shivani and Hanna, her dog, entered. She had told me that she was going to work. She decided to work from home because she wasn't feeling well and had a doctor's appointment a little later in the day. I spent the morning washing dishes and making my Juice Plus smoothie.
Shivani encouraged me to sit outside on this huge deck she had built along with landscaping the garden. I moved my morning soup and my phone out to the deck, came back into the house, and grabbed my computer.
I called Jean back. She calls regularly. She wanted information on my smoothie. Her triglycerides are too high, she needs to consume more protein. We shared medical information on the family. She asked me to send pictures of Sam. I checked my phone; I had already sent her a text with the video I took of Sam and me. Jean has only started using text messages recently. We're all Luddites. I had to have Mowg set up the Lyft app on my phone. Thank God. I love this process. I get in; the price is fixed ahead of time. When we arrive, I get out; I don't have to deal with paying the driver. Later on, I get a text which makes tipping easy.
I sat outside on the deck and worked on the blog. At three o'clock, I set out to the post office a mile away to mail stuff to Dorothy that I had meant to pass off to her when I saw her in Seattle at Karin's house. It included letters my parents had received in 1940. Many are in German, but I'm pretty sure they are all letters of congratulations on my birth. I also sent my mother's 100-year-old bible, which she got on her confirmation. There's a dedication on the front page dated 1918; she was fifteen.
When I got back from the post office, Shivani and I headed for the beach to meet up with Sidney and his nanny, who picked him up at his pre-school. Only a few brave people swim in these waters; they are cold. A few 50-year-old surfers out there, and some other mothers with their preschoolers playing in the sand and getting their feet wet. I sat there the whole time taking in the view: good-sized waves rolling in, and the cliffs overlooking the ocean to my left.
Shivani, Hanna, her dog, and I went home in one car. Brenna, the nanny, and Sidney went home in her car. Brenna bathed Sidney; Shivani fed him dinner while she ate. I was hungry and had the salad with chicken Shivani made for me that morning. She had also bought some sweets at a local bakery.
She went into her bedroom, stating her intention to go to sleep. I stayed in the living room, working on revising and revising and revising Chapter 1 on my book. God, I'm getting sick and tired of working on that chapter. I still thought it wasn't right. The information in this chapter better belongs in another section of the book.
I delayed getting up from my seat because I didn't want to take a shower. I am slow at adapting to new routines unless it's a crisis. I did just fine in Oahu when Mike was in the hospital. The focus was on him and getting things done for him. My comfort slipped my mind. I got into the shower with my shoes on to rinse the sand off from the beach. I went to bed. It was all good. It's not like I had worked in a coal mine.
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