Elsa and I did our long walk, completing 6,000 steps before we got home. Well, I completed 6,000 steps. I think Elsa does three steps to my one. I have working on training her to jump on my lap to get a treat. I need her to do this when I asked her to because bending down to pick her up is already tricky. It will only get worse over time.
I edited and sent out one blog and one update. Saturday is my day for listening to NPR shows. While I often have the radio on in the background to keep me company, Saturday is my day to pay attention. There’s “ Wait, Wait . . Don’t Tell me, The Moth Radio Hour, The TED Radio hour and Selected Shorts,” all must hear shows. I swept the floor while I listened to one of the shows.
Then Dorothy called. We talked about our childhoods. We experienced our mother very differently. All children have different mothers; that’s inevitable. They are different people for each of us. I was the firstborn; that’s always a challenging role. Our parents cut their teeth on parenthood with us. While I was on the phone with Dorothy, I got a text from Paulette. She said she was heading down to deliver a piece of lemon cake. Judy’s birthday was on the 30th. This was the cake they made for the occasion.
Jean R. called. While speaking to her, I did some house cleaning. I washed the kitchen and hallway floors in my new way. I dampen a cloth and wipe a section of the floor by dragging the cloth around with my foot, rinse it out and wipe the same part of the floor again. It does a reasonably good job, and it gives me exercise and saves electricity. Before, I always used the Rainbow vacuum cleaner to wash the floor. I also did some dusting, using my new approach to it. I don’t just wipe; I polish surfaces. In the past, I would spray and wipe. It got it clean enough, but that surface acted as a magnet for dirt. By polishing without spraying, I get a great shine, and it lasts- for a while.
On Wait, Wait. . . , I heard something about a new exercise program: 4 seconds of vigorous movement eight times a day. I think I can handle that. Of course, it is now hours since I heard about it, and I haven’t done even one four-second session.
The only thing that hurts when I walked was my left foot. Everything else is okay.
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Musings:
I finished Brooks’ book The Social Animal. I enjoyed most of it. Now I’m reading A Very Short Introduction to Plato. Mike has a good-sized collection of the A Very Short Introduction series. I pulled a few of them out when I reorganized each shelf alphabetically, so it would be easier to locate a book when I started searching to fulfill the request list from the seminaries.
The book opens by discussing the effort to distinguish the difference between knowledge and belief. It uses a situation where has someone has to distinguish the truth in a report of an assault. The man who was assaulted has the knowledge, but no one who hasn’t witnessed it does. They only have belief. They can believe what the victim reports, but they won’t have knowledge. However, as the author points out, this theory creates a problem. If the only way to acquire knowledge is through witnessing something with your own senses, it means everything we learn from someone else or through someone else is only belief.
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