I was up by 5:45 without an alarm. Since I wanted to participate in Yvette's driveway-yoga class at 7. I walked quickly, so I was home in time. I fed Elsa, washed the dishes, and set up my yoga mat, chair, walker, and strap on the driveway. I told Yvette to call me when she was ready to start.
There were five students today besides me. Again, I learned something new. Yvette did some of the poses I remember the Iyengar yoga teacher doing in Columbus, Ohio. My God, she is so much better than that woman was. First off, she gives more specific information, which helps me make better use of the poses. Second, she encourages, welcomes my adaptations. Sometimes she makes suggestions.
I called Kea to work with Kingston. I told him he could just read two pages. He didn't hear me or didn't understand what I said because he sailed through three and a half pages. He had to stop because nature called. Teachers should tell parents that if they just have their kids read the same material over and over again for ten minutes a day, that will satisfy the homework requirements for reading for poor readers.
As I was getting off the phone with Kingston, Dorothy called. The Zoom feature I use enlarged the book's print on the text on my phone went wild. It became so large I couldn't delete it. I tried to shut the phone down, but the size of the zoom screen made that impossible. I couldn't receive calls or write any texts. This was scary.
I called Damon on the house phone frantically. His is the only telephone number I know by heart. I got his voice mail. I told him about my problem and told him to call me on the house phone. The phone rang while I was in the shower. I raced to get it and nearly slipped on the wet floor. I would have been lying there with a cracked skull. That would have improved the day.
I called Damon's number back immediately. No answer again. I decided to call T-Mobile to see if I could get help. I was on the phone waiting for a while. Finally, I decided to hang up and call Damon again. Voice mail again.
I switched tactics. There must be some way to force my iPhone to shut down. I looked it up on the Internet. The suggestions they made didn't work on the version of the phone I have. Finally, 'Damon' called me back, at least I thought it was. It was August. Yay! That kid saved my a-- --. He is amazing. Not only is he there for me, but he knows so much. He is helping me with other things, particularly with downloading my phonemic awareness audio files on YouTube.
I spoke to Damon afterward to talk about car options. He told me to look into other cars, not just to make sure I'm getting the best deal. I'm not sure the guy is giving me the best deal. He is too anxious to get the car off his lot. My guess the impact of the virus shutdown has left him feeling rather anxious, as it has left everyone else.
I was told if I leased it for two years, I would get $3,000 back. I wanted to put down the maximum amount allowed. My monthly payments would have been $85 a month. A quick calculation showed me that meant that I would save $1000 on the deal. For anyone putting down less money, that deal would still be a moneymaker for the car company.
I think I'm going to go with the Kia if, for no other reason, this outfit got 4.5 stars out of 5 while other car dealerships didn't do as well.
I finished A Very Short Introduction on Marx tonight and started one on Hobbes. I had assumed that Peter Singer must be an expert on Marx. I couldn't imagine Oxford University Press commissioning someone who was not an expert on his subject to write about it. Peter singer is a Utilitarian who teaches at Princeton University. He is a philosopher. His ethics are based on statistical odds rather than ethical leanings. I think his concern is for the survival of the greatest number. He is definitely a moral man, invested in being his brother's keeper. He and his wife donate a large percentage of their income to Oxfam and perhaps other organizations of that ilk. He is, after all, an ethicist.
I love these little A Very Short Introduction books. I ordered several more Mike didn't have in his collection or had already given away, one on Hegel, Kant, Heidegger, Kierkegaard, Schopenhauer, and Wittgenstein. I have thought that Mike would be thrilled with my interest in these philosophers. However, if we started discussing them, it would have been a serious threat to our marriage. Our approach to ideas was completely different. Many years ago, Mike said if he had been my boss, he would have fired me. This was because of my unconventional ways of doing things. I invent my own methods. I was never particularly upset about it. Lord knows why. I had some essential faith in his respect for me and for my life commitments. Shortly before he died, I reminded him of what he said. He said he was just afraid of chaos. I represented an uncontrollable force. As I've mentioned before, he found the unexpected twists and turns in my thinking fun in the end. He said I was endless entertaining. That's how I experience my mind as an endless source of entertainment and fulfillment. I find my mind my favorite toy.
It has been raining a lot of late, every day, several times a day. It was pouring as Elsa and I headed out for a before-bed walk. I just let her out the back door. I had done 6,000 steps and yoga today. Good enough.
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