The alarm went off at 5:30, but I just let it ring and ring. I finally got up shortly before six and went for my walk. It was slightly overcast and breezy, perfect weather for a walk. When I hit an intersection where I have chosen different paths, I was planning to follow Elsa. Elsa looked back at me. She is so bright it is almost scary.
I made a few phone calls on the walk but only got through to Dorothy. She was doing well. She hadn't been aware that I had sent her the article yet. She sounded a little overwhelmed by the idea of it. I don't blame her. I don't know if I would be jumping up and down for joy if I read someone else's writing and felt I had to give feedback and edit it. I still am anxious to hear if the article is more accessible than the chapters I have written. I think the article is a short friendlier version of chapter three. I wrote it with a parent in mind as my audience. The book is written for teachers who might benefit from all the additional knowledge. Although I think many teachers would appreciate the simplified version for starters. Then they can decide if they want to pursue more information. I know quite well they will all do their version of this, whether I want them to or not.
I have been treating Elsa's skin condition with infrared light. To get her on my lap, I tempt her with a pill pocket treat. So far, so good, until today. She sat there on the floor, looking at me. I lowered the treat to her nose to show her it was there waiting. Eventually, she gave up and moved to the other side of the room. When I got up to throw something away, I put the treat on an inaccessible spot on the end table. When I came back to the chair, Elsa was up there trying to reach the treat. That eliminated the possibility that her legs were bothering her and jumping up was becoming too difficult.
This was peculiar not just because she was turning down a treat but because she seemed to enjoy the treatment. The skin eruptions are currently on her belly, so I have to put her on her back. She stretches out and relaxes completely. Even after I've finished the infrared treatment, she will remain there. I thought she was getting off on it. I guess not. Has anyone met a dog so quietly stubborn?
As I was working on the blog and updates, it started to rain. This was a surprise because the sun was shining brightly on the driveway. It wasn't one of those gentle rain showers; this was a serious downpour. I took some videos of it. I don't think I could capture the effect.
After working on the article for so long, I feel like I have nothing to do. If this form of 'article' looks like it's going to work, I'll write more of them. Articles are easier to write because I'm not writing counterarguments anticipating all the negative feedback.
I found a link to an article in New York Magazine the other day posted by a cousin through marriage. Her husband's aunt was on the cover and the subject of the feature story. Marga is now 93. She survived the concentration camps in Nazi Germany and now tools around in a red convertible on one of the islands off of Seattle. I recommend reading it. Her story is truly incredible; below is a link.
https://www.thecut.com/article/marga-griesbach-profile.html?utm_source=fb&utm_medium=s1&utm_campaign=nym&fbclid=IwAR2qRKrsFWtlxcNJNdm3k-3fvJ8RivrzzGd74j-szaqln06SPR4GLYjXxEw
I had heard parts of her story before. I had heard some different details because she wasn't up to telling the whole story yet.
I'm kind of lost today now that I'm waiting for the response to the article to come back. I have to reorient myself and write more articles on different aspects of the reading process.
My right hand has been feeling swollen and numb. I know, I know. Too much, just too much. I did a quick MELT treatment and some infrared light. The swelling disappeared. Take note!
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