Today is the first day the transfer station will no longer collect paper and plastic as recyclables. The company that was doing it is losing money.
I was still on the floor today at Bikram. I learned a couple of new things. I have been working on contracting my left glut before my right. Today, I realized that I always roll too far to the right side of my body. Both sides of my lower back are not equally on the floor. This discrepancy makes sense because, as a child, I would stick out my right hip a good six inches beyond where it should have been. Again, I understand why the physical therapist in Cleveland told me to do a particular exercise. God, I wish he had told me what he hoped that exercise would accomplish. If I just did it without that understanding, I could distort my body using compensatory movement. That’s how I got into this mess in the first place, and I was an expert at maintaining that abnormal posture. When I make this new adjustment, moving my right hip over to the left, I can feel the pull on the right side of my neck.
I had a phone session with my therapist. We talked about my fears. I’m not ready to discuss them in detail here yet. Hopefully, I will soon.
Then I called Judy, and we chatted for our usual 1 hour. Very nice.
I did some cooking. I defrosted some chopped turkey that had been in the freezer at least since the end of February when Mike had his pancreatic attack. It was water-soaked. I wrung it out, put in salt, Italian seasonings, and garlic flakes, and popped four puppies in the toaster oven. Okay, it was hardly something Mike would have served, four dried-up patties, but I survived. I ate one patty with leftover salad, sugar snap peas, a slice of warmed-up buttered bread, and my glass of lemonade. It was food; it provided nutrition. Can you tell I’m not a gourmet?. Maybe I should start my own cooking show, Minimal something or another.
In the afternoon, before I walked Elsa, I did some more work on the books. I alphabetized three more shelves and found no more books on the list.
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Musings:
“The complete self-giving that is the essence of God.” P.697 from Sandor’s article from some Theological Journal.
If Christ’s sacrifice is the image of God’s true love for us, I think God has a bad PR firm. When you have to consider physically giving up your life to follow God’s image, not many of us would care to follow that example. There are more serious sacrifices: the small daily ones. The ones that allow us to find it amusing or interesting that our loved ones want to do things differently than we do, no less people across the globe who look, dress, eat, and believe differently than we do.
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