I'm stuck doing short walks because of my sore toe. Soaking it last night in Epson Salts, white vinegar, and hot water did some good, but it still wasn't 100%.
I had to get my car down to Toyota to get it checked out. I had no trouble driving it there. It was a smooth ride all the way. When I got there, I called Yvette to come to pick me up. My guess was they would conclude the problem was with the hybrid battery. It would cost me $160 to get that information, but I would rather know for sure than just assume.
Yvette picked me up with all her windows wide open. She is a very thoughtful person. As we drove home, I reminded her that this car situation had implications for Josh. Josh drives Mike's old car to work every morning. If I need the car, he will have to find some other form of transportation. She said they realized that immediately, and he started checking out cars for sale. However, I don't think I want to take over Mike's car. It is only a year younger than mine. While it has less mileage on it than mine does, it doesn't have a lot of life left either. I want a car that will take me through to the end of my life. I don't want to have to worry about finding another set of wheels in a few years.
Toyota called mid-afternoon to tell me the hybrid battery was indeed dead. I called Damon immediately. He drives an electric car now. That's what I'm planning to buy. I looked up electric car sales in Kona. I called one company. They sold Subaru. He told me that he had an electric with a hybrid backup for $33,000. That's with $4,000 off for the end year sale. And then there is the rebate. All told, this car will cost me less than the Prius did thirteen years ago. This is particularly amazing since this is in Hawaii. Everything costs more here than on the mainland because it has to be shipped here.
Yvette came up and told me that the boyfriend of a friend of hers works at Toyota. Also, one of the yoga students works for all the car sales companies in town. Then I called Sandor. He said his wife has a cousin who is the GM at the Kia sales department. I should have figured. His wife, Meaali'inani, is from an old Hawaiian family. Cousins run in the hundreds. Later in the evening, Damon finally called back. He looked up cars for me. I don't need top of the line. I need one that will drive the 8 miles into town and back twice a day, once for Bikram and one for school when I finally go back to going places again. As it winds up, it looks like the Kia Niro is my best bet.
The other day I bought some wee pads from Petco. A friend encouraged me to try them with Elsa. She was almost three when I got her, and she was pad trained. The moment she came to my house, she promptly ignored them as an option. I had pads around the house. Oh, how much better the outdoors was and, in a pinch, my carpets. I understood my friend to say that the pads he was recommending were scented to attract dogs to do their business. When I check the specs on the bag, that wasn't the case at all. They were scented not to offend my nose. They offer a pack of 50 pads for a mere $45. I don't think so. I don't want her to use the pad so much as I want her to use the shower floor. Since the pads he recommended weren't designed to attract her to do her business there, I looked for something cheaper. There was a biodegradable package of 10 for $12. Since the larger package would sit around until it disintegrated, there was no point in getting the cheaper option
The idea was that I would put the pad in the shower, place her there, and encourage her to use it. I put the pad down. She went to the shower door leading to the outside. She ran out the moment I opened the door and started peeing. I grabbed the pad and stuck it under here, soiling it. I left that pad on the shower floor, hoping she would get the message.
I did quite a bit of work on the article and thought, "There's no one who's ever going to get this from this article." I called Dorothy in despair. I asked outright if she got what I was talking about. She didn't really, as far as I could make out. This threw me deeper into despair. If she, with her incredible knowledge of languages, she speaks something like six, and her interest in education, doesn't get what I'm saying, how can I expect anyone else to? The feeling is no one is interested in the work. I feel I have something of value here, and no one seems interested despite the success I have with it. It is hard on my nerves. Some of it is an ego problem, I'm not seen or valued, and some of it is a Cassandra problem. I know something that will help people, and no one will listen to me.
I called Judy. She said I have to remember that I have helped many, many people. I can assume that the work I am doing now will be commonplace at some point. The methods I use are just too obvious. Someone else will develop them in time. In the meantime, there's only the work I do with individual students to satisfy me. That is going to have to be enough.
I must have taken three one-hour naps today. It was avoidance.
I watched the conclusion of Five Days: the Train. While the beginning of the show was very satisfying, the end was not. At first, I didn't like it because I thought it was too complicated, but I decided it was because most of the characters wind up worse off, for one reason or another, at the end of the show than at the beginning—a downer. Now, I know why it only got three stars.
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