I fell asleep in Bikram again. I think I give up halfway through because my left hip muscles are too stressed after the triangle, and separate leg head-to-knee poses. As I lie there, I fell sound asleep and snored. Today, my bent legs did list to the right as I slept. It was disappointing.
After Bikram, I raced home because I had a telephone appointment with my therapist, now life-counselor. I called the dog groomer on the way to see if I could change the appointment for next Friday. I had so many activities planned for this one: an appointment with the eye doctor, an appointment for a mammogram, and a potluck dinner at the house of one of the ladies from church. He couldn't make the appointment because he was going on vacation to Las Vegas. I assume it's to gamble.
I also called Kaiser's accounting department to find out how my account stood. I asked for the woman I had been talking to. When she came on, she told me that she had to refer Mike's account to her superior. Someone was going to have to make a change in the statement, which she wasn't authorized to do. All well and good, but why didn't she call to tell me. Thanks to Mike, I have learned not to respond with contempt and put the offensive customer service person in their place.
Shelly never called. I called her twice, once, to say that I either had the appointment wrong or she forgot her phone. Later, I called to express concern for her well-being. At the end of her day, she called to say that she hadn't written down the appointment in her book. It was the best of all reasons; it wasn't my fault.
I spent the day working on the blog and doing things around the house: one blog, one cleaning activity. One of the activities was walking some of my garbage down the street to deposit it in Adam's trash can for pick up today. Ours was brimming over.
I did several loads of laundry and did some ironing. It started pouring just when I was going to walk Elsa. I sat in my living room chair and played FreeCell. When the rain stopped, we went out. However, the ground was still damp, and Elsa hates to get her feet wet unless, of course, she's running under a garden hose.
Dinner consisted of the salad Damon had made the other day and some leftover rice and some curry dish.
. I continued watching Victoria. It is charming. The actress who plays Victoria is a delight to watch. I've seen pictures of the real Victoria. She was not quite as good-looking. The actress remains the same slender, lithe girl after something like six pregnancies. I don't think so. The real Victoria blew up like a balloon, as one would expect.
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Musings:
I'm reading a book I got from a friend's husband, The New God-Image, A study of Jung's Key Letters Concerning the Evolution of the Western-God Image. I saw it on an end table when I went up for Christmas dinner, and he lent it to me. My friend is a cradle Catholic, devoted to the religion. Her husband is Jewish by heritage and skeptical at best. When he gave me that book, he made some comment about my being able to tolerate/accept what the book had to say. Whatever he got from the book, I know I have heard that argument from others that the shifting image of God over time proves that God is a creation of man. I have come to a different conclusion; the same one I started out with: we have no idea if God exists or not. It's a mystery.
How can I read a book describing the changing image of God and come to that conclusion? Easy. I have an image of Howard that is different from Judy's, as Judy's is different from everyone else who knows Howard. Not only that, the image his sons had of him when they were children is different from the image they have of him now, as he was then as well as now. Do these varying, fluctuating images prove that Howard does not exist? I don't think even Howard would argue that.
In the case of God, we also have no proof that he does exist or does not exist. That's why it's called a belief and requires faith.
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