I decided to go to the post office and mail the linens of my paternal grandmother and her sister to my cousin Mike, the family archivist. When I had stopped by there yesterday, I tried the medium Priority Mail package; it was too large. Today, there was a box sitting on top of the desk. I decided to try it. It was the perfect size for the amount of linens I had. I didn’t have scotch tape with me yesterday. I have a ton of tape at home and didn’t want to drop another $2.00 for another roll. I remembered to bring a roll with me today. I taped up the box while I waited online and filled out the address. I got this clerk who never smiles or gives you information. She clearly resents having to serve people. She does what she has to keep her job, and that is it. When she rang up the postage, it came to $20. I was shocked. I asked her why. She said I had chosen a mailing box instead of a flat rate box. The postage on the mailing box was determined by weight. She was already applying the postage. I thought it was a little late to do anything about it.
I walked out angry with myself for the mistake I made. I don’t know if I felt this anger and shame because my mother made my life a misery with her constant criticisms, or this type of error triggers feelings in anyone. I was probably triggered by the unsmiling face of this clerk. There is no direct eye contact-ever. I only see her eyes lowered to read something on her computer or on my items. She has these gigantic false eyelashes. I’ve had only direct eye contact with her once. Those eyelashes don’t look half bad from that angle, but with her eyes lowered, they look weird. There’s a huge spider perched on her eyes. Not my idea of attractive.
I did the usual thing first to calm the feelings this event triggered. I reminded myself that while I had made a mistake, it wasn’t a colossal one; we were only talking about a $10 difference. Then I tried the meditation I gave D., who gets so upset when he makes a mistake. “ It’s okay. I forgive you. I love you.” It worked for me too. It took several repetitions, and I felt a need to say it to others who have gotten on my last nerve too. That also helped. I have no idea what the direct connection is.
I went home in hopes of being able to do some organizing of all the items I have to donate. I want to have a record for tax purposes. I didn’t get that done before I had to leave to make my 11:25 PT appointment with the gal who was going to do an hour cranial sacral treatment. I know I hold tension in my skull and in my sacrum. I was looking forward to this.
I arrived early; she took me early. Perfect. It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be. I was expecting some manipulation of my skull bones. This is what I remember from the brief sessions I had at the hands of chiropractors. In this case, she slipped her hand under my back at the sacrum and made small rocking motions on my legs. It felt good. It felt like energy healing. Certainly not what I expected. She removed her hand from my sacrum and inserted it under my back further up the spine and made some gentle rocking motions in that area of the body. She continued this, moving her hand up my spine. Her final placement was at my neck. I experienced some great unwinding in my neck. When the session was over, she said I had gotten some good releases. I mentioned my neck. She said I had also gotten a release in my hips.
I went directly home after the session to nap. That’s the best thing to do after a session like that. When I got up, I checked Cranial Sacral work on Wiki. I have never read such a biased write-up on something before on Wiki. The author repeated and repeated: there is no evidence of this having any positive results; it is considered quackery. Wow! The article accurately describes what the PT had done and confirmed that it is based on energy healing, which I did not know.
I slept long and hard. When I got up, I did some more ironing. I am having difficulty getting myself to do things. I feel somewhat blah. Is depression setting in? We’ll see.
While I watched TV, I worked on creating a birthday card for Sidney for his third birthday. It won’t arrive on time. I have to remember to send a check to Shivani for Sidney’s birthday.
Musings:
Some say the coronavirus is no more serious than the regular Flu. Oy vey! The percentage of people who died from the H1Ni virus was .02% of all who contracted it, and .007% of the world population. I am hearing a fatality rate of 1-3%. I know that sounds low, but the Spanish Flu, which knocked out 10,000,000 in 1918, had a 2% fatality rate out of the whole population.
Now I don’t wholly disagree with Trump’s response. He is dismissing the seriousness of the illness. Now, if he really believes that, he’s nuts. But, if he is really saying ignore the threat and let the old and vulnerable die off, good riddance, I think he has a point. The alternative is for everyone to suffer because of the total collapse of the international economic system. That will cause the death of untold more.
While I’m on God’s hit list, my number is not high. I am 79, but I am also in remarkably good health. It occurred to me that had Mike survived, he would still be in a weakened and vulnerable condition a year later and probably not have made it anyway if he contracted the virus.
By the time this is posted on the public blog, it will have been one year since this date. It will be interesting to see what the outcome was.
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