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Wednesday, February 12, 2020

    My body said rest during Bikram at the halfway mark through the class.  I was working on twisting my upper body, so my right shoulder was back and down, bringing my left shoulder forward.  Because I fell asleep, I kept losing that pose, and my bent legs drifted over to the right, dramatically.  I would wake up, reset my posture, fall asleep, wake up to find my legs drifted over to the right, and start over again.  I feel that lying on the floor is a form of traction. 

    When I got home, I was exhausted.  I had to sleep more before I could get to work cleaning the house in anticipation of Damon, Cylin, and August’s arrival on Friday afternoon. I did get August’s room cleaned and some of the living room.

    Mike and I were both organized; he was invested in the surface organization, and I was invested in the deep organization.  My investment in the deep organization means I start a big cleaning project in the basement and in closets. His surface organization meant that he moved a few things on the counter into place.  We were a good team, except he didn’t really care about deep organization as long as things were out of view.  On the other hand, I have had a crumpled blanket lying on the living room couch on top of randomly arranged pillows. It looks like a mess.  My tendency is to do nothing until I have found a proper place for the object.  Mike would settle for any place, as long as it was out of view.

    I decided I needed more of Mike in my life. To that end, I started looking at all the objects lying around as I am sorting through all our possessions to see what I want to keep, and asked, “What can I do to create more surface order?”  I think this might be life-changing.

    Besides cleaning  August’s room, I cleaned the ledge on the lanai rail and the refrigerator.  Cleaning the fridge used to be a huge project.  Mike kept it packed.  Now, it just means shifting things from one side of the shelf to the other so I can wipe the shelves down—no big deal.

    Brenda sent me a picture of Fr. Lio and her husband Don around Mike’s gravesite.  These two men dug it themselves.  Fr. Lio digs everyone’s grave in St. Michael’s cemetery.  I had contacted B. earlier in the day to ask if he could get hold of a piece of plywood for the hole.  After he got the message, he came up to my door with two small pieces of wood in hand to cover up a hole.  I hadn’t made it clear what the hole was.  Once he saw the picture, he figured he is going to need a full-sized board.           

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